Sally, who used to seem so shy and innocent, had started dating Dave, the captain of her college's football team, a strong, handsome lad.Luckily, our ...eeting with Sally coincided with Dave's training, so we didn't have to fear any interference from his side really. Emma was wearing a top which was slightly shorter than the one she had worn a week earlier, combined with short pink pants. She had deemed underwear an unnecessary obstacle, so when she sat cross-legged as she normally does, I could. ."My tattoo??? What about m... You knew it was me?! you know what? You're fucking sick. I cannot believe you"Than on the goes. She left. About half an hour she texted me making a deal. "You promise to delete the pictures if i come back there" "Hello??"Not long after the texts she came back. Trying to delete the photo off my phone first. "we had deal and i'll let you delete it after we're done" "Really???" As frustrated as she was already.. "OMFG fuck! Fine ."Taking off her jacket, pulling me. This time standing squarely between the painted lines as I watched the cars for a few more minutes.There were a dozen or so racing around the homemade track. They were remote controlled cars run by a bunch of enthusiasts who had gathered for their weekly races.This was my first visit to the event which was held in an old vacant warehouse every Saturday afternoon.The place was huge, probably five or six thousand square feet. Everything had been cleaned out so the race organizers had acres of. I can come back later." He shakes his head, beckoning her forward with a careless wave of his hand. He considers reaching for the bathrobe on the back of the door, but it is too far and his cock is still hard, so he gives the idea up. The woman enters, looking at him warily. His hair is wildly rumpled, giving him the air of a mad Roman emperor. But he looks nice enough, slender and well-made, with the kind of muscles you get from working, not working out...she notes the flatness of his belly.