You already crossed a line by giving him your phone number without my permission, remember? But I was a good sport about you wanting that Australian c...ck. But this? Uh-uh!”I could see Jenny understand that I was angry, but I needed to teach her a lesson.“Go into the closet and get the ping paddle with holes drilled through it,” I demanded.She started crying and said, “Oh please, baby, I just got a little carried away; I’m so very, very sorry. Please, I don’t want to have to sit on an air. She pulled my big thick cock out of my pants, her eyes got huge. I could tell she liked what she saw. I looked in the pretty face and said ‘suck it my pretty slut’ and she did. It felt so good when she licked it, licking up and down.. just like a lollypop.. she got it all wet, began sucking on the head licking it, swirling her tongue around it. While she was sucking my cock her pretty hands were stroking the shaft, it felt so good. She licked it down to the base and began to lick my balls... I have my hands in her hair and I’m pulling it and she’s getting into my dick more and more. Awesome but just too gently. I am so into what she is into, so connected to that place in my head now that I want to feel it. I tell her to bite me, my dick. She looks at me with those precious eyes and asks if I’m sure.She has never done that because she has always been told that guys don’t like that. I’m a different guy and I want her to bite it. She lowers her head back down and this time when she. "So I've discovered Mrs. Walker's fountain of youth," nodding to Marsha's exercise mat. "Emily says you're addicted." "No more than Emily is addicted to soccer." Marsha walked to the mat, grabbed her own towel, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her gray tank top was damp between her breasts with the sweat of 75 situps and three sets of leg lifts. Her navy blue athletic shorts hid the sweat below her waist. "Besides, I need it to keep up with you young beauties." You keep up fine, Mrs..