Who was he?"I blushed as dark as a Japanese girl can. "An old friend from high school."Her eyebrow went up."We ran into each other at the airport," I ...dmitted, secretly happy to finally be able to talk about my romantic encounter from a month ago. "Do you remember Kevin Westcott?" Kevin?" Mother couldn't conceal her surprise, but she still smiled warmly. "He was always a very nice boy." He still is, Mother," I said, trying not to sound nervous. "He paid for our hotel room while we were there.". Those hands were too delicate to belong to a man…The third person there was a woman…She giggled as I tried to take out the blindfold covering my eyes; so other hands slapped my face and tied again my hands at my back.The woman then started to lick my legs; from my calves to my thighs. She finally shoved her long fingers up my abused cunt and fingered me as I swayed my hips in rhythm with the motion of her naughty hand. She made me cum twice on her fingers, screaming loud; the bitch was much. “He can’t go again,” I thought.I could feel how his cum was making my channel slick. I could also feel it flowing out onto my thighs and getting into my bush. It was trickling down the crack in my ass. “Are you going to fuck me again?” I asked timidly.“Hold on, Lisa,” he said with a grin. “I told you I wasn’t through with you.”In seconds, Wyatt was pounding me with his cock again as hard as when he started. The only thing I could do was wrap my legs around his thighs and dig my fingers into his. I was growing hornier by the day and wanted a flashing encounter to lead to a good fuck. I thought a more secretive, one-on-one encounter would be the way to go about it.I would single out an individual, almost always an older male. Then I would pick a place where it was almost impossible for him to do anything but watch me while I exposed myself. Like when the handyman came to cut the grass, I would stand naked in front of the window. He would stop and look but was afraid to say anything for.
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