That stubble of yours is like a scouring pad." Afraid I'd hurt your 'pretty hands'? (hmh!)" Alf grinned."I'm afraid you'd scrape off the hand protecto...." Alf?" Mrs. Douglas interjected, "You have a five o'clock shadow, don'ts you?" No, Ma'am; I have a three o'clock shadow. That's how bad it is." Ose," she said, looking around the table and at his stockinged legs, "that's going to be a problem. How many black silk hosery do you think we have outs here in the rural?" I wouldn't worry about it,. Then, to add to his pleasure, hefelt Tammi licking her way up the inside of his leg. This forced him to slowdown his pumping, which in turn pleased Kyra. Tammi traced a path up histhigh with her tongue, then lapped at his swollen balls every time theyshowed themselves at the top of his stroke. He paused, with only his tipinside Kyra as he let his privates be lathered. These sensations were unlikeanything he'd ever experienced, and even the frustrated mewing of theunfilled teenage slut. "Oh, great," I sighed and almost ran my fingers through my hair, remembering just in time what my hair looked like.Whatever she was saying had his eyes going round and a grin splitting his face."Seriously, no kidding?" he asked as he pulled out onto the driveway."What now?' I groaned but he wasn't listening."I guess it's a good thing she was at my house all day then. Yes, I'm sure it was. Thanks for the head's up. We'll see you later." He ended the call with a huge smirk on his face, tucking. "You proved that when you rejected him and cheated on him with this wimp bastard! You were such a screwed up bitch you couldn't even see that Charles is a real man ... an honorable man ... a man who would've loved you until death! And a man that could've satisfied you way more than this bastard!"She spun around to wrap her arms over her husband's shoulders. "Don't get me wrong ... I'm glad you were such a stupid, screwed up bitch! Because now he's mine ... we belong together and he's the best.