So are you in this fun-time deal of ours, or not, sweetie Bitch? I look and glance direct at him through my dark-some glasses. His facial expression a...d countenance is so stern and grave. Which I do take here for a sign that he is dead serious and straight-faced in addition. Obviously! There is no any mistaking or misgiving about it. In a bold and daring voice, I respond back to him, It is a deal done, Mr. Dicking. I am in for it. And I am serious and dead-faced about this, mind you. I think. ’ They barely ,made it in the door, before they were all over each other. She was trying desperately to get his pants off. She could feel his hard dick through his pants and it was making her crazy. He pulled her skirt up around her waist. He pushed her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed and bit her neck. She moaned in pleasure, and he flipped her around and jerked the zipper of her dress down. Her dress fell down in a little pool of silk at her ankles. Her face was pretty and tight, still obviously young, and quite tan from her time spent outdoors working in her garden. Her entire frame was slender which was accentuated by her smaller tits and ass. As her mother always said, the women in their family were not genetically gifted with triple D’s and bubble butts. What they were blessed with was slender stomachs, arms, and legs as well as height. Sara stood at 5′ 8” and her mom was even taller at 5′ 10”. It had always given her good reason to. I can't wear skirts, for fucks sake, because no matter what they ride up whenever I bend over and there goes my dignity- usually straight to some old Italian gentlemen sitting on a park bench nearby. At least I make- or at least I hope I make- their days.Anyhow, I'm sure you can see my attraction to this creature. Not only was she a lust demon- and trust me, anyone could get turned gay by this broad. I'm lucky I was already there- but she was everything I'm not.She stopped her movements, and.