” “She did, didn’t she,” she replied with a cute little smirk. “Well I hope you have fun even if the boss was a bitch making you come here ...onight.” Ben was somewhat taken aback with her last statement, but recovered quickly, “She can be that way sometimes. I just have to deal with it and know she won’t always be the boss.” They finally went their separate ways to mingle. Ben was finding he was having a pretty good time and had been chatting up a couple of the beauties that had to be here. I was rocking my pussy back and forth over his face. I was squeezing my large breasts together and pulling on my nipples while I rode his face. “I can’t hold on anymore. I’m coming. My cunt is fucking coming.” I got off his face and we just held each other. We kissed deep and passionately. My ass was leaking from all his come and my pussy was just a wet mess. “I want you to stroke my cock. Get me nice and hard. I want you to fuck me cowgirl position. Do it. Ride my fucking cock, you slutty. I mean she defended me at school. I mean I think about it, about being with her….a lot actually…she’s so hot.” John nodded in complete agreement with Carmyn on the thought that Angel is hot. So hot in fact that he had been planning to bed her that very evening, a thought now very distant from his mind. John interjects. “Well it means you need to overcome adversity. This is a true American tale…and….well…..yes, she is HOT! Gorgeous in fact.” The longing in John’s voice, the sense of loss, does. He crouched again, slipping off her shoes and wrapping another pair of leather cuffs aroundher ankles. She whimpered again, and he patted her leg, "shhh,.." Marilyn didn'tknow what he was doing and it scared her a little, but she didn't want him tostop yet, she could feel the warmth between her legs starting to grow.He lifted her legs then and put them over his shoulders, pulling her pussy towardhis face. She smelled young and clean and ripe, his tongue probed between her barelips and she.