"How many times have I--" It's a composition notebook ... ROBERT ... is that better?" She slid it before him, leaned in closer, and reminded him, "And...my name is Sally, if you're going to be an ass."He didn't respond, knowing he'd been rude. He looked the worn notebook over closer and said, "Okay, SALLY ... why are you giving me a used composition notebook?"He opened it and found it filled with her writing ... and FILLED was the correct word. She, like he, was the type of person who rarely. .” is all I can manage in response. “I tell you to remove your panties and pleasure yourself for me the way you do in private, in your secret moments. You slip them off, with a sly smile and toss them to me. I catch them, and a whiff of your musky aroma. It makes my penis throb and I ache to reach for you. You have your come-here-and-fuck-me face on, but I won't give in. Soon, but not yet. I'm having too much fun watching you touch yourself. It's fascinating to watch your different strokes, the. Once down in front of his cock I pulled down his jeans, now I could see the true width and length of his hard magnificent black cock. It was right there in front of my face. I started to lick the length of his shaft flicking my tongue around the end on which I could taste his pre cum. It tasted different to my husbands but it still tasted great.I took his black cock into my mouth. There I was, kneeling with this huge black cock in my mouth, with one hand on his balls and the other holding his. My skirt had risen up quite high after I sat down and I strategicallyplaced my shoulder bag on top of my legs to ensure a fair modicum ofmodesty. Margaret however was struggling as she'd never worn such a cutstyle dress before. In the end she had to settle for showing her left legupto just below her thigh while the rest of the dress draped over herright leg. You couldn't see her panties at all, but your imaginationcould run wild thinking about them!Friends of each of them came over and joined.