She knew what to do. She kissed every inch on my thighs and built a huge tension on my dick. My dick was rock hard and trying to pierce a hole in the ...nderwear. But the jockey underwear was doing its job fine. She kissed on the bulge and made it wait. I knew the moment would come soon and she kept me waiting for it.Ishita pulled down my underwear to my knees in one swift pull and my dick was freed from the jail and behaved like a kid in trampoline; just going up and down. I liked my dick swing. Just when I thought he had come to his senses he grabbed my shorts and pulled them to the side. He then shoved one of his fingers into my pussy and started to work it in and out. I gasped and clung to the bed trying my best not to slide right onto the floor in ecstasy. He kept working my pussy like pro and I was ready to explode. Out of nowhere he stopped and yanked my shorts off. When nothing happened for a few seconds I stood up only to have his push me back down and grab my hips before. As she entered the lounge room she was fascinated once more by how tidy it was. There were no empty pizza boxes, no bongs on the table, no beer bottles s**ttered around the floor. All there was was Kyle sitting on the lounge with a PlayStation controller gripped tightly in his hands. “Hi Kyle,” she called out over the music. Kyle nearly dislocated his neck as he snapped his head around to gaze at a woman standing in the doorway. For what seemed like an eternity he sat there gawking at her and. "I'm asking if you wanna fuck me." He was bewildered. Part of him wanted to drive to Ronni's house, sneak into her bedroom and screw her all night. He quickly reminded himself that she was the same age as his own daughter Emily. And even though he had never met Ronni's parents, he figured he himself might not like it all that much if Ronni's father sneaked into his house and fucked Emily all night. The very thought gave him a chill. As did the next, which was that if he actually followed.