She would come down stairs once in a while, wearing just a loose fitting robe. Barely covering her bra and panties. Jimmy would yell “Ma! Axle is he...e!” or something along those lines at her. But she’d just blow him off, but every once I a while she’d give me this look. I used to think it was the “I know what you're up to” look.Axle was my nickname. Mrs. T dubbed me that one night, after a crazy block party. My dad was a little drunk, and slurred out that I could be a little asshole at times.. She asked how I enjoyed my evening and I responded saying "it was very lekker, had a good time but I'm rather horny now as I Jessica and I had a bit of fun but I didn't cum." Amy laughed and placed her hand on my lap as I was driving. She massaged my balls and hard cock through my jeans as I asked her if she enjoyed her evening.She replied that she did indeed as she massaged me harder. I soon was rock hard and my cock was throbbing when I asked her can't you suck my cock. Amy laughed but then. Next day, at the tennis court, there were two women who wore plain tennis clothes, glamorously looking with lots of makeup. They held a tennis racket while they spoke to a muscular guy who wore tennis shorts and white t-shirt. He had his hands wrapped around one of the women, held her arm to show her how to do the forehand.The Coach, Ankit said “See ladies, that’s the right way to hold the racket while you hit the ball.”The woman he held, named Nisha said “I still can’t get the hang of it,. I let go, coming hard around his cock. I writhe under him, coming hard. It’s the first time in a week, but it’s also the first time around him. Adam watches me the entire time, never slowing down. He helps the orgasm last so long. I grip his cock, feeling him fuck me faster. It’s not long before I need to again. I come once, twice, thrice times. It feels as though now that the dam has been broken, there is no stopping me. After several more orgasms, it seems Adam can’t take it anymore. He.