Were you trying to see up my skirt?” I decided as I had gone so far I might as well admit I had but had never managed it. As I spoke I realised she ...as pulling up her skirt and I could see she has on black stockings and suspenders showing surprisingly shapely legs and lovely thick thighs. Covering her pussy was a very unchristian pair of back flimsy lace panties. I was shocked into silence and could only stare that the beautiful sight before me. My cock was staring in my trousers. I was so. Oh, my God. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips; the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly; almost slow motion,. It was so exciting I started to tremble in anticipation. He worked his way back up to my lips and we started to kiss passionately. He was slowly moving me backwards to the bed. He gently pushed me onto the bed and started to work his lips down from mine to my pussy. His hot breath was driving me crazy and he started to suck on my pussy through the panties. I could feel that I was going to orgasm in no time. He knew how close he was getting and suddenly stopped. He loved to tease me like that. I. The shotgun was all the backup she needed."Why? What's this all about?" the fat man whined, still not understanding what was happening."It's like this, lard-ass! You fucked up! You picked the wrong girl to jump out of the bushes on! You should have never tried to rape Lana with that puny little thing you call a prick. So now you pay!" Stacy said. She could see how much Lana was enjoying watching the poor excuse for a man squirm."But--" Charlie sputtered, trying to say something in his defense,.