" Maybe, but he only suspects. If we let him watch, he would know and then have something juicy he might not be able to keep quiet." I guess. But what...do we do if he blabs?" Brooke, I was serious about hurting him. He hurts you and he's fair game!" Poor Tom, he certainly doesn't know how to take you, for good or bad." So, which do you like better?" Huh?" Pussy or penis?" No contest, I like you better." So you think you are a lesbian?" No, I just love you, it wouldn't matter much to me if you. Positioning your hard cock against my sodden pussy, you thrust forward.When you sink your dick deep inside me, my knees almost buckle. I gasp and press back against you and my pussy tightens against your cock. You pull out and drive into me again and again. I lock my arms and arch my back, letting you go deeper with every thrust. You plunge into me and my pussy flutters around your cock. You reach around and start to finger my clit, as you pound me from behind. I feel an orgasm starting to. Kevin looked pleased but it would be a brave man (which I'm not) to insinuate that he couldn't be trusted. He looked like he ran through brick walls for fun every morning, with a face that had seen much mayhem judging by the scars it bore. Rumour had it that he had been thrown out of the French Foreign Legion for being too brutal and bloodthirsty.We never had any trouble in the pub since he had started working behind the bar. Not that he was belligerent or aggressive ; he just looked as if he. Matt loved his mother dearly and treasured all the time they spent together growing up, she was more than a mother, she was a great friend that tried her best to join in with his increasingly nerdy interests.Matt was a handsome young man, he was often shy and quiet around strangers, but among friends was had an uncanny charm and confidence that always made Abby wonder why she hadn't seen Matt with a girlfriend. Matt did have plenty of friends which were girls, as while he did tend to gravitate.