The audience thinned out gradually. In the end, there were only two people left: the old barista and the narrator. Once he had washed, dried, and put ...way all the glasses, he leaned over the bar to the young lady who was still dreamily looking into her empty glass and asked her, “ May I touch the scar, Bethany?” She didn't look at him; just slowly shook her head no. “Just as I thought,” he stated, “the scar as well as your story both were real. Do I get it right that you just powdered the edges. He smiled at her and then moved a hand down, guiding the head of his cock to the entrance of her spermy pussy. "Time for a second deposit" he laughed."No, oh god, please don't get me pregnant, please!" begged a teary Cindy."sorry hon, but i never pull out" he replied, thrusting his hips upward and spearing into her."argghhh!!" cried Cindy as she was impaled on the blackman's massive cock.Then the guy from behind her began to push his cockhead against her asshole, this caused a groan from. I start moaning with pleasure as one moves behind me to take your place, tasting me between the legs; he starts running his tongue over my tight little hole as the American slides his fingers into my pussy. They stand up; taking my hands and making me caress their cocks through their jeans before exposing themselves and pushing me to my knees to suck them both. As I run my tongue over the Americans cock and stroke the other I see you from the corner of my eye leaning against the tree and. I didn't tell her that Motherhad made the purchase. It was stupid of me to admit that 'I' used thecoupon in 'Seventeen' to get a discount on the purchase. Tammy wassurprised that I even had a copy of the magazine. She asked what Ithought of the skirts on sale at Target advertised in the magazine and Ithumbed through to find the article. Tammy thought that was the sweetestthing about me, reading a girl's magazine to demonstrate my admirationof her. When she asked me to flip to the advertisement.