’ I looked over at my so-called black coated furry protector lying on one side, his long pink tongue lolling gently in the late summer sunshine. �...We both know I wasn’t resting Mr Clarke,’ I said. ‘Don’t be mad at him,’ said Mike, ‘he, like me, knows a good thing when he sees it.’ ‘Whether you like it or not, you were spying on me naked and watching me masturbate.’ ‘This is my fault?’ ‘Couldn’t you have told me you were there and save me all this embarrassment?’ ‘Sorry, but on Wednesday your. I took her up on her offer and we went over to her house and she heated the water for coffee. We sat and talked about our pasts and our families and enjoy the coffee and each others company.As we sat conversing, Linda tried to scratch her back but could not reach the itch. I volunteered to take care of the itch and began to scratch her back. As I was relieving her itch I asked her if she wanted her back rubbed. “Sure.” she said and I told her to turn around on her chair and face the back of. .fucccccccccccc…. ….aur…..jor..se ….deep….hard……I could feel her body melting beneath me. My cock was hitting the wall of her pussy. Juices were coming out with every stroke. Then Muskan started raking her nails onto my back, she was scratching my back she was biting my shoulders and then she wildly bited at my nipple and took my left nipple in her mouth and started sucking it hard. I knew that she was about to come again. I was also at the edge of my control now, so I knew that this was not. Somehow, some way, I've got to help him, show him what Debbie really is. Somehow, some wayThe handsome teenage youth returned home shortly past five that afternoon. Bette heard the sound of his Corvette as it entered the driveway; she was in the kitchen, preparing a platter of cold cuts, sipping from a glass filled with ice, soda, and more of the bourbon. She felt faintly drunk, but not enough so that it would hamper her movements or her speech; still, she knew she shouldn't have had so much to.