Maybe it’s the high school senior who always gets picked on because she has twice as many pimples as the rest of the student body combined. Maybe it...��s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day. In the dim light of street light, her lips glistened with his saliva. He then pushed her down and pressed his bulge against her lips. She tried hard to stay away from it but he was more powerful. There was a wet spot on the underwear and she could imagine it being big. Bigger than what she has seen till now. He brushed her lips against his cock and then ordered her to make him happy.She still nodded no but she reluctantly started licking his bulge, she tasted his precum and slowly she started. I took a packet of nuts and munched on them while making a proper drink for myself. The sound of the running shower was now echoing in my mind and the next state of Nirvana was calling me.I headed to the shower with my drink and opened the door which of course wasn’t locked. I looked at water trickling down that soft body of hers and that fucking ass which looked like a mound of honey cake.I knew I had to return some favors first.“Do I play sexy back again” I chuckled sipping my drink looking. She had only worn it once for me at the house. She said she was too embarrassed to wear it in public. One of her girlfriends had given it to her as a gag at our going away party. I remember what her friend said when Jill unwrapped the present, 'If you are going to sin central, you might need this'. We all laughed. Jill and I sat across from each other sipping a cocktail. I noticed that as she crossed her legs her bare pussy was visible. My dick got hard thinking about my wife being used as a.