That’s all I need is for Paul to come in the living room and spoil all my hot fucking. “Don’t worry I’ll find it on my own Paul.” The man a...swered. Suddenly the door between the living room and dining room opened and for a second I saw Paul sitting at the end of the dining room table with his back facing the living room. A muscular black bare chested man about 6’5” walked into the living room and I recognized from when he had sat on one side of me in the kitchen earlier. I remember wrapping. . Are you my dinner or desert?" With a devious giggle I told him desert was a strawberry pie.. but there was a lot of whipped cream!!He quickly lost his clothes and climbed in. We both just sat back and talked and enjoyed some time just chilling. After a few glasses of wine, he moved to sit beside me. I felt his hand slowly rubbing my thighs then he eased up my leg. I didn't realize how much I had missed him until I was instantly wet. I moved my leg to give him access to my wet pussy. I love. Her hair wet and sticking to her back. She smiles at me as she shuts her door. I am lounging on the couch reading still when she walks out around 6:00 asking me if I liked her shirt outfit. I look up and she is wearing tight leggings and daisy duke shorts and a tight little purple t-shirt that just wrapped around her little baby titties perfectly. "Uh, sure." I replied simply but thinking "I want to just take them off little girl." She picked up her backpack and went to school. I sat there. I couldn’t believe it was her. I Finally dragged my eyes to her face, which didn’t look very happy.“Do you believe me now?” She question .I smirked, but didn’t answer.“Who do you wear this for?”“My boyfriend, for your information.” She said defiantly.“Yeah, right.”“I have a boyfriend. You just don’t know him.”“rose, you’ve never even kissed a guy and you know it.”“Believe me, i’ve done things with guys that would make you sick.”“Oh! We’ve got a little whore over here!”She obviously didn’t like.