“Mm, Derek, I can’t wait for you to cum in my pussy, oh, fuck, yes, just like that!” I whimpered and pretended to be aroused by thoughts of that...jerk, rubbing my clit hard and harder. I suddenly felt his firm hand collide against my ass, making my cheek bounce, rippling the tender skin, before finally echoing right in my lower belly.The impact instantly silenced my little act of rebellion and I swallowed around a newly-formed lump in my throat.The hit was more sharp than it was hard, and. After a while, I do not know why, I put my hand on his thigh "by chance".I was a little worried and trembling a little because I did not know what would be his reaction.He smiled at me and came closer to me, offering in this movement an even more open view of his cock.I was both fascinated and dominated by this unexpected event and the turn of things ...I saw only this beautiful cock surrounded by small blond hairs on this body slightly muscular.My hand, as a living independent, is up along her. She replied that her shoulders were sore from carrying the picket sign. I inquired if there was anything I could do to help. She smiled and asked if I could gently massage the affected area. Not wanting to see an attractive woman in pain, I agreed. Taya pulled her t-shirt loose from her shorts and shifted closer to me. I told her that I would begin at the bottom of her back and work my way upwards. When I reached a certain point, I would ask her to raise her t-shirt to allow me better access.. I was going into detail about how I had found some of his playboys and OUI magazines. I also told her how one night I had woke up late one night needing to pee. I remembered walking out down our long hallway and the top of the wall had lattice so I could see lights flickering on the other side. When I made it to the middle of the wall right across from the wash room and bathroom there was a table and two chairs for decoration or people to sit and wait. I decided to climb up on the chair to peek.