Jennifer loves to tease me at times, I know. Suddenly she goes silent as in times abroad.I know she is still every day online and reads my messages to...her in our private place.Jennifer is not abroad, nor a broad, so there must be a reason: a hidden message to me!I scratch my back. I s**tch my head. I wonder where her clues and tips to me could be?Jennifer is not the same it seems, as I see a sudden change in her realms of favourites. I scratch my memory. As far as I know she only loves lesbian. “Go on, tell me how much you want me. How I’m meant to think, let alone come up with a reply is beyond me as I wiggle, wanting it. I groan lowly. “I want it! I want it more than anything! Please! Please give it to me! I need it. I’ll die without it.”Maybe a bit dramatic but it does the job. I hear a laugh and it slips in a fraction. I can’t remember the last time I had such a good feeling but I want it more. I buck my hips a little and feel the cock slip in a fraction more. I feel frustrated at. He continues to moan and whisper to me and damn he knows he has me where he wants me. He throws me down on the bed and pulls my legs apart and crawls towards me with his perfect smile and those fuck me eyes lol. He grabs my thighs with those thick hands and plants his lips on my clit. He is sucking my clit so good. Take your piercing out baby. Yes daddy. I take my piercing out and he locks onto my clit and has me screaming his name out loud and sitting up with my hands gripped onto his bald. I just looked back for a moment and saw David shrug."Why me," I grumbled as we fought our way to the exit. "Besides, what about your car?"Kristi laughed. "I always get Joyce to carpool with me on nights we are going to be at the bar. She drives me to work, and I drive us back to her place and walk home. But she likes to go to the parking lot a few times every night and I end up staying out late."I stumbled in the parking lot. "Wait? Joyce? Happily married Joyce?" Fucks at least two different.