First one: ..and here’s my bitch.Second one: Hey, I heard her co-anchor is taking her ass, nowadays.First one: Shut up, you dumb fuck. They both are...cousins. Hundreds of guys have tried to get in her, but no one was able to make her their bitch. I have waited so long for her pussy. And look she is back for my cock.Subham: Quiet guys, she is mine only. I am just waiting to drill her pink pussy, and watch her moving like a fish under me while I fill all her holes.I was shocked hearing all this. Disclaimers: This story is a work of fiction, and no resemblance to anyone living, dead, or undead is intended or implied. If you think otherwise, you need to get a life. And, while it is quite probably a "G-rated" tale, it does concern itself with themes of an adult nature and no one of a chronological age less than eighteen should read it; those with an emotional age of less than eighteen also need to get a life. A Little Dab Will. With a foxy smile she said, "I can tell."'This is too much. I'm going to be in BIG trouble. And her father is only a kilometer down the beach.' "I'm going to take a dip to cool off." Without waiting for Cindy's reaction I dropped my briefs and headed into the surf.Out past the breakers I relaxed and floated on my back. Mr. Pecker was now on the lookout for Mistress Pussy. For about a minute I was on my own. "Mel, help me. I can't get through the waves," called Cindy. On the shore the mutt was. "Well... ," he admitted with a little blush, "Cindy said she was paying tonight because she's made more than I have lately. I mean, working for my dad usually keeps me pretty busy, but this winter there wasn't much to keep us going, so Cindy made more working at the drug store..."Nothing like putting your best friend in an embarrassing spot, is there?"Well, whoever paid, did you enjoy yourselves?" Beth came to my rescue while she gave me the look she reserves for when I REALLY put my foot in.