I was left fumbling to get at his bulge and everytime I got near he pushed his fingers deeper in me.All the time he did this he was whispering obscene...things to me and calling me out for the fuckdoll that I am. With his free hand he slapped my pantied clitcock - which made it tent out almost like a real male.A noise behind me made me turn only to be greeted by the grandpa from last week - straight away he extracted my clit and started kissing it - saying how he had actually dreamt about it. " I know. I'm just screwing with you." Better me than my daughter." I'll go tell my mother."I ran up and told her, then got in the back and sat in the back seat between Jill and Mary.I introduced Mary to Wanda and Dr. O'Hara. He told her she might as well call him John since I did.Tonight's game was at Griffith. They'd lost both games while Highpoint had won both of theirs. John and Wanda were making bets on how many points Highpoint would win by. The winner was going to be the other's slave on. His body looked almost completely hairless, which was in complete contrast to me. He was tall, perhaps around 6'2", and his smooth white skin was glistening with sweat. Unlike most men who wrap their towels around their waist, he'd flung his over his shoulder so his entire naked body was visible. I only managed to catch a glimpse of his cock (he seemed to be well endowed) as he walked past before finding myself drooling over his smooth but muscular white ass that sat up, just perfectly. There. It wasn't easy he normally kept the pace slow on days she was in her heals but she could tell that he was still fuming over being kept waiting for her. ?Sir, I am sorry...?her voice trailed off as he came to a dead stop and spun around to look at her. ?Sorry for what? For flirting with the little boy at work and getting caught? For making me wait in the car for you? What are you sorry about?? The last question was nearly a growl, his face inches from hers. His hand came up.