.. Actually, I'm really enjoying your company. Do you mind if we just talk?"Caitlyn pauses to consider. "Well, I'm not going to charge you just for ta...king, and I do have to make a living. Do you think I might have a chance at enticing you?"I stare at her. She is very lovely. Rich chestnut brown hair that falls to her shoulders, green eyes are that so intelligent and playful, and she's wearing a very pretty pale green skirt and matching spaghetti-strapped tank top that's revealing a lovely pair. The skinhead’s eyes flicked between the machine pistol and Thomas and back to the gun. Thomas hadn’t even had time to draw breath to shout in all this time before the Nazi-loving redneck made his decision and sprinted straight at the window.Another crash, of glass this time, and the man was straight through the window pane and running towards the rear of the house.“We’ve got a runner!” Thomas yelled before setting off after him.His shotgun tucked behind his back; Tom sprang through the window. Will you let me take off your jeans, Uncle Bob? I really want to see what's there waiting for me. The hardness and the throbbing desire that longs to be inside my volcanic depths.Oh, Uncle Bob! May I kiss the waking giant on his handsome head? May I kiss him up and down his sides? May I bathe him with my tongue? May I suck him, too?Oh, Uncle Bob! I'm so wet between my thighs! And I'm burning hot, too! Can I take off my panties? Will you kiss my thighs and lick them? Will you suck them? Will you. She had her hands pulling on HIS ass trying to pull him deeper. He shot wave after wave of sperm inside her ass. He could feel the tickle of her juice running over his dick and dripping down his balls. She was sobbing. He looked at her and she looked back. "Thank You, Sweetheart. I haven't had that many butt-fuckings since I graduated. Billy would rather stick with fucking my pussy, and nobody wants to fuck my ass. I miss it. Now, when I get the urge to have my ass fucked, I know I can count on.