He’d have beer or liquor on his breath every time he came home. He almost always took a shower, saying he had to wash the sweat of his exercise off.... was in one of my flower beds when he came home. Chloe was a big time amateur gardener, and she was always sharing cuttings and seeds. She taught me how to plant and care for the flowers. I even had a little vegetable garden, three tomato plants, two squash, and two cucumber vines. I was inordinately proud when I picked my first cucumber.I thought. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, come on in." I opened the door wide and let her brush past me in an attempt to scope out her ass. I think she noticed but I no longer cared. Shy Cameron is dead. The only thing left of me is "wants some ass" Cameron, and these girls don't seem to care. I mean, for Christ's sake, they still think my name is Randy."Can I fix you a drink," I offered, closing the door behind me. "We got beer and..." She turned around smiling and my eyes inevitably dropped to her chest again.. ? I was stuck in the classic Catch 22 scenario.? The orgasm hurt.? The hurt turned me on.? Being turned on drives me to orgasm.? The orgasm hurts.Already, my brain was shutting down.? I pulled the dildo out of my sodden pussy, licked it clean as quickly as possible, and shoved it back into my pocket. I replaced it with the triple vibroballs, which quickly did something inside me that had me shuddering. I pulled another one of the two ounce weights out of my pocket.? This was hooked on the key. He could feel her tongue, soft and pliable against his cock. And he shifted slightly back and forth, enjoying her heat and moisture on him, enjoying almost as much the idea of finally giving this bitch what she deserved. Her eyes were closed, but the tears continued to course down her cheeks. He started to fuck her mouth, steadying her head with his own hands. He gave her several long, slow strokes, enjoying the feel and the moment, and then began to take her without mercy. She moaned as his.