Not to mention the takeaway cartons left there. Do you think we want to have our lounge smelling of curry and cheap lager?" Yeah OK, chill. It's a cou...le of cans, for god's sake," Adam said derisively and Sarah clenched her fists. "I'll move 'em. I always clean up in the morning. It's not a problem."Sarah sighed loudly. "It is a problem. So I ask again, what is the point of the effin' peanuts?"Adam hummed and held out his hands. "I don't get it." Because normally, I would think you eat peanuts,. I realized that he had trust issues too. I didn’t want to like him. I really didn’t. But I couldn’t help it. Stevie knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. But I had to resist. Heartbreak was not something I was fond of. ‘Look,’ he said slipping his arm around my waist. The sun had just begun to rise. It was truly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. ‘Thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For dinner. For the balloon ride. For everything.’ ‘No, thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For giving me 12 hours.’ The sun. It was amazing how she was able to do two completely different chores at the same time and I opened my mouth wide to make her task a little bit easier.The impish Jill was twisting and turning every which way but up directly underneath me and I had to hold her hips steady with firm hands to keep my dick from falling out of her slickly wet rear door. She vigorously humped up with furious enthusiasm to meet my cock halfway to show her complete cooperation with the program of three-way fucking.Jill. My cunt is getting slicker, and I feel myself getting closer andcloser to cumming when pain explodes on my thigh and I hear a loud "smack." ittakes me a second to realize we have stopped and you have slapped my thigh,hard. I whimper softly, silently begging you to let me finish what I have started.I feel like such a slut, pussy dripping on to seat, skirt hitched above mywaist, moaning like a whore. Your red handprint stands out clearly on my whiteskin, it is beautiful to me. "Out, now," you.