She was just starting to go through his dresser when she heard him pull into the driveway. Running down the stairs, she made it to the kitchen just as...he came in the back door."Alison, what are you doing here?" His tone conveyed suspicion more than surprise. "How did you get in?" Mama asked me to bring you this apple pie. I didn't want to leave it outside, so I checked the back door. It was unlocked so I brought the pie inside." John knew she was lying about the door but decided not to. She alternated cheeks, and after a total of ten blows, stopped to caress the beautiful buttocks for a moment. Nina had been quiet to this point, although tears were dripping from her eyes. She moaned in her throat at the feel of Gretchen’s hand softly caressing her burning rear; the moan became louder when Gretchen ran a finger along her wet labia, tapping once on her clit. Several of the women had gathered around Gretchen to watch the display; the ones with the best view could see the drops of. Down girl ... stay focused."Does that help?" I ask. "I mean, can you then go back and talk to the girl?" No!" he says, pounding his fist on his thigh. "Then I just, you know, get hard again and the stuttering starts all over." He buries his face in his hands. "I'm hopeless!" Hopeless my ass! Not if he recovers that quickly!"You are not hopeless!" I reassure him. "In fact, once we solve this stuttering thing, you're going to make some girl very happy, getting it up five or six times a day!" I. That is hot I said. Could anyone see you? I began to pick up speed. No, I dont think so, but it was just getting dark and I worried that with the lights on some of the neighbors could see. Ill admit, it did make me hot thinking about it. He was pumping me so fast when all of the sudden he yelled Oh Shit and he pulled out. I guess the pizza guy had just drove into the driveway. Haha&hellip,.that is funny I said as I continued my own assault on her pussy. Jim grabbed a pair of basketball shorts.