To stroke hard and fast, go on... get close to the edge for me."Ben's hand speeded up and gripped tighter as he worked himself nearer to the point of ...o return."You're going to cum now, you're going to cum for me so hard... but you're not going to cum on my pretty feet, no... you're going to cum into your other hand. Go on, do it, cum for me. Do it. Do it NOW!"Ben tensed and felt himself bucking as he lifted his left palm under the head of his cock, the first spurt flew over his hand and landed. She knew what was going on.She was suddenly enjoying watching the guys eyes rove as she swivelled and opened her legs wider. Rochelle was trying to remember what knickers she had on. She knew they were petite by their feel and shape under her skirt...oh it was her pale yellow semi-through briefs. Shit her dark trimmed pubes above her shaved slit must be visible under the thin yellow fabric...to the two young men. Yeah, seniors, yeah eighteen...but boys...when it came to sex and sexual. After the movie wrapped for the day she invited me back to her hotel for drinks, she wanted to first head up stairs to change into something more comphy and to grab her purse. At least thats what she told me, i sat down on one of the chairs as she dissapeared into the bedroom of the huge hotel suite, the living area alone was bigger then my whole apartment. A few minutes passed and she walked out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile and carrying a bottle of massage oil, she smiled and. He was strict, but decent enough when he was sober. but when he wasn't, he was all hands. As the years passed and Trisha began to take after her m0ther in more than hair color, his sober days became more scarce. She had told her m0ther what was happening, but for whatever reason, she wouldn't believe her. Trisha ended up hooking up with boyfriends just to have an excuse to get out of the house. This just made things worse between her and her mom, who took to slut-shaming. Trisha said something.