On shaking legs I walked about twenty feet to the trashcan. Both men saw me coming and turned to watch. There’s a lot of me on display to watch. I s...opped beside the trashcan, spread my legs, held my dress out of the way and ran the tissue over my moist slit a couple of times while the two men stared at me in shock.I dropped the tissue in the trashcan and returned to Cory. I’m so near to having a huge orgasm at that moment that I can hardly walk. He looked in my eyes and he knew it. He pulled. I asked, “Oh. Does it pain in the upper part or below the knee? “. She raised her maxi pointing at her upper thighs. I asked, “Can I touch it?”. She replied, “Go on. Please tell me what problem I have”. After examining her silky thighs, I said, “Your thighs need some massage”.She said, “Oh. Do I need to consult a massage therapist?”. I replied, “You don’t. I know how to do it”. She rejoiced and said, “That’s nice. I am too lazy to go to therapists”. She laid on bed keeping her legs straight. I. I want some massive titties to play with,” she asserted further. “I think he likes your fat ass anyway,” she added with a wry smirk. “He likes him some pudgy pussy…and I kinda think maybe I do to!” “So why don’t you have a cookie yourself, bitch,” Megan countered. Her resistance seemed to enrage Annie’s sexual ire even more. “Why don’t you make me,” she said with a mouth that hung open and begged to be tongued. Megan saw the opportunity and took it, leaning forward and burying her. “I know the property,” he said. “I’ve played golf there.”Em smiled her you-have-a-treat-coming-mister smile. “Shame that I missed your visit,” she said. He Laughed. “It was a private party and my wife was with me. It would have been an agenda item for a future date.”He looked at Em’s left hand. “Does your husband play golf?” he asked. It was Em’s turn to laugh. “Good lord no. He writes for a living. He might just manage to get off the tee if he could summon up an appropriate quotation from.