.. You know, from track?" Yeah, I know who you are," she sort of laughed. "What's up?" Oh, nothing. What are you doing?" Nothing. Talking on the phone...actually... " Oh yeah?" Did she mean to me? he wondered."Yeah. But I'm glad you called," she told him."Oh, thanks... Who are you talking to?" he asked, curious."Oh, just this guy... "His heart sank. "Oh." I've been trying to get off with him for ever. Can you hold on?" Sure." He heard the click as she went back to the other line, then a minute. What if Grace saw it? She would have smelled it and known what it was. If she told my dad that she smelled come on my jeans he would want to know who was fucking me. I couldn't lie; I would have to tell him it was you fucking his little girl."Two images jumped at me, Grace lowering her nose to Paula's jeans and Paula staunchly telling the truth.I felt her thighs open and her hand pull my fingers closer to her pussy. I squeezed her thigh, not hard but enough to make her jump. "Ouch," she yelled,. You very quickly fill my pussy to capacity and we both can feel it dripping out of me at quite a rate. You start to pull back a bit but with that movement I push back, almost forcing you to thrust your hips back at me. You have finally given into the idea that I'm truely turned on by this play and figure you'll have a little fun with what you have left. You pull from me slightly while holding my hips to make sure I didn't move back on you. You grab your cock and start to spray my ass and my. Here she came walking out of her bedroom towards the kitchen with only her t-shirt still on. Her cute little ass wiggling sexily as she walked. My cock sprang to immediate attention.She came back out of the kitchen holding a bottle of oil and told me without a moment’s hesitation to take off my clothes. Not being one to argue with a half naked woman, I readily complied and was down to nothing but my skin in a matter of seconds. She pushed my back onto the futon and opened the bottle of oil..