I'd said the exact same thing to her on her porch, and gotten a punch in the arm. Billy had said it, and gotten the reaction I wanted. The smile, gigg...e and thank-you. And then it all became clear. What I had said didn't matter to Kris, wasn't important to her, because...because it had come from me. I guess she felt that since we were friends, it really didn't matter what I thought. She wanted me to think of her as a friend, not as a girl, so my feelings for her towards that end were...extra,. Still firmly holding my hair, Jay rammed his cock into me. It felt even more intense taking the whole length of him like that. Jay pulled out completely then rammed in again. I moaned as he stuck me a third time. I could hear Jay laugh a little as he completed his fourth penetration. "So you like that, do you pussyboy? You like me pulling out and giving it to you all at once. Well fucking take it!" He began to fuck me faster, but still pulled completely out of me each time. I felt like I was. She knew the position of power she was in over him, as she slowly continued to frustrate him with her scent. She silently filled his mind with thoughts of what it would be like to actually come for the first time in memory; to spew his load across her rough, dry feet, and watch the semen settle into the crevices of her cracked, wrinkly soles. To drink it up from them, laced with the intoxicating aroma of the filth she'd tracked in during the day. She didn't have to speak a word of this. She. “You’re spoiling me.”“You deserve it.” He took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured two glasses.“Oh, this is decadent,” she laughed. She spied two gift-wrapped boxes on the jump seat in front of her. “Somebody left their gifts.”“They’re yours,” he said. “You can open the smaller one now.”“When do I get to open the other one?”“On the way home.”She tore the wrapping off the box and opened it, and exclaimed, “Oh, Gene, it’s beautiful ! ” She leaned over and gave him a big, wet.