.. do twenty jumping jacks?"Abbie stood up and began to jump up and down. "What's the big deal? It's just exercise! Everyone should exercise more." Wh...t if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "Seems kind of a waste of time, coffee, and maybe even my sweater. But what the heck, I'll do it!" She unbuttoned her cardigan and then crawled on the floor to mop up the spilled. She could not tell how long she had been there or how long the storm had raged. Now she could only think of the satisfaction she desired, and of all that was forbidden to her. She could only long for the ultimate climax that was so close, and yet so far away. It would only take one touch of her fingertips upon the swollen bud of her clit peeping between the wet splayed lips of her pussy, or the firm caress of her palms across her heavy firm tits and achingly erect nipples, to take her over the. ”“So what brings you out on a Sunday night?” Bob asked to make conversation.Bob was more than lingering, he was interested. Claire gave him the lonely lady line to see if he got the hint. “I was home alone and got a little lonely so I decided to come down here and have a couple of drinks. You know just get out and see people. Chat up the local barkeep.”“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”Claire thought this was way too easy. She finally had to point out to him one of his customers needed a. "Can't you get your mind off of sex at all? What is it,do you wish Marsha here would fuck you? Or Jolene?" "It'sMartha." Martha volunteered shyly. My God, I thought, standing there withmy dick swinging. Steph barely knows these people, they've been friends of minefor five years or more. How can she do this to me? Steph got up close to me, and looked at my cock critically."It's not a big dick,but it's certainly offensive. Well, I guess I'll haveto calm it down then." Stephanie smiled sweetly at.