He could laugh it up over something stupid and a second later, deliver thewit of Kelsey Grammar. To him, I was just a buddy to kick it with, to rocko...t with. To me, he was heaven.He wore a black leather jacket alot - it was sort of his trademark. He wasirresistible in whatever else he wore too, whether it was a simple thrown onbut stylish tight band shirt or a button down-collared and pressed cottonshirt. He usually wore black pants, whether emo cotton or stylish fadeddenim; I think it was. I can't explain it but I wanted her to kiss me. My lips met hers and her tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with my own. Our tongues were exploring the inside of each others wet mouths and I could feel myself getting really turned on and wanting more. She then slid her hand up my thing and down the inside of them and was gently brushing her fingers along my little pussy. I was really enjoying this and I spread my legs a little more and moved down on the sofa, on my back and with my legs. I saw her shiver as her mistress approached. ?Right Claire? she said brightly ?You know what’s going to happen so lets get started?. Claire flinched, those big brown eyes held such a mute appeal for mercy, that I swear I’d have stopped there and then, wrapped her in cotton wool and tucked her in bed with nothing more than a goodnight kiss. That venerable lost look just makes me melt, and want to protect girls like that.SMACK the blow took four of the pins off Claire’s left flank, Cathy it. I slid my hand down to feel her upper thigh and found that the shorts she was wearing were now not up on her waist they were at her knees. She grabbed my hand and put it on her very heated pussy. She was so wet, the sene had ended but she kept her hand where it was and was taking her thumb across the tip of my cock. Every so often she would grab the base of my cock and squeeze and pull up bringing a little cum out to rub around the tip. I continued to circle her clit with my finger, I would.