Within another two weeks, I was headed over to Tory’s(with a stomach full of butterflies and a pair of lace panties that were getting soaked while I...drove) to exchange a sexy hand job for an 8ball of smoky smoky! When I entered Tory’s apartment, he had everything ready for me. The lights were dim with incense and candles lit all around his living room. He was sitting on his couch with baggy jeans on and shirtless listening to rap music with the biggest smile on his face. He tapped the couch. He damn well knew what she was doing. “If I didn’t have to go to work, I would have asked you to soak me.” Cynthia grinned. She tilted her head and slowly raised the hose. “I guess there is nothing wrong with getting wet, even if you have to go to work,” and on the last word she squeezed the grip. A huge jet blew out of the nozzle, and splashed on the stranger’s shirt. “Hey!” he screamed and tried to grab the hose, but Cynthia took a few steps back and kept squirting him. With one jump he. Irelaxed my throat and before I knew it, my nose was brushing against hisbushy pubic hair, all his cock was stuck inside me. I couldn't believe it,I was deepthroating my friend and loving it! My own cock meanwhile wasstraining against the elastic waistband of the pretty little frenchknickers I was wearing beneath my bridal skirt. The feel of all this sexy,soft, girlish lingerie and the dress against my skin and the manly, hard,throbbing cock in my mouth was sending me wild as I devoured the. The third blow fell again almost directly below the second hit. It was obvious that Bob had practiced such beatings many times before, as his aim appeared to be perfect. That blow produced an exhalation from Holly and tears began to rim her eyes.At this point, Lou came in from school, threw his books down and came over to stand by the table. Holly’s eyes now started to stream tears and she let out a gasp.?Oh, pleeeease, don’t let him see me. Make him leave, please!??He’ll not only stay,.