My heightened state of sexual arousal and the sudden disturbance had pushed the notion of modesty totally out of my thoughts. Turning my back on him t... fill the kettle with water the reality suddenly hit me on how little ‘appropriate’ clothing I actually was wearing. The hem of my nightie was short, barely covering my bum, clad in its see through red lace. I could feel his stare yet I continued to make the coffee as if this was just another normal day; I turned toward him as he gazed at my. It was almost a comedy listening to the narration on 15 seconds of action.Arthur Kennedy promised to extend an invitation to us for appear on next Sunday’s show. Then he said, “I might have a phone number; let’s see if anyone answers it.” My phone started ringing.I debated if I should answer and finally decided to, “Hello,”“Arthur Kennedy here, is this BJ?”“Yes, this is BJ. Good morning Arthur, say good morning to the rest of the panel for me if you would.”“BJ, give me a second to transfer my. Was she willing to go the whole way already? My imagination was running uncontrollably wild. “Control yourself, boy,” I scolded, "Don’t blow it.” My thoughts were indeed freewheeling. There I was totally naked, exposing my all-over tan and, of course, my throbbing cock which had now become rock-hard, with a fully blown head starting to turn purple from excitement. Would it last much longer? To make matters worse, her wet lips were starting to pout and her eyes focused on my clean shaven crotch. There was a delicious resistance, and after a few ruts he was blissfully inside me. We both screamed. He grunted and groaned, whispering the filthiest words in my ear. ‘Your pussy was made me for me.’ ‘I can’t wait to cum in you.’ ‘I’m going to fill you up so much, cum’s going to dribble out of you for days.’ ‘I bet you’ve never been fucked like this. Get used to it. I’m going to fuck you every way imaginable… I’ll have you scream my name like you don’t know any other word.’ He pounded.