I let up the scissors ever so slightly to chew your head up even tighter in my clinching thighs, further and further until your mouth is brushing the ...ispy wet curls of my pussy, your nose pushing at my asshole. I relax my thighs and then tense them, relax, tense, relax tense, slowly hunching my lush hips back and forth, using your face, stroking myself over it, from clit to buttcrack, your nose then your lips pleasing me as I move on you, never letting up the tight scissor squeeze of these. Luckily, that didn’t happen often these days. ‘Guess what I’m wearing? Your favorite outfit. My birthday suit.’ Then a laugh that would melt the polar ice cap. Ooooo, this girl was killing him! He felt the familiar bulge in his jeans. If this girl was half as hot as her voice…wow! he started having fantasies about being on a tropical island with Wendy, rubbing suntan lotion all over her nude body, her blond hair glistening in the afternoon Caribbean sun, both of them laughing, embracing,. ” he replied. “Because, you know.” “What?” “If you were going to give it a good home, I could give you a discount.” “I see.” “But you’d have to prove it to me.” “Prove it?” He nodded. “Yea. Prove you were going to give it a good home.” If I had had any sense at all. Any. At all. I would have just left. Just walked out, and down the street and home. But no. No, not me. Oh no, I opened my big mouth: “How would I do that?” Almost as soon as I said it I started to realise I’d made a mistake. I. Jacky pressed her. "You are going to see a solicitor, aren't you?" Diane looked at me then at Jacky."I'll have to give it some thought." What?" Jacky almost exploded. "Just some thought? Diane he is rubbing your face in the shit. He is banging any tart that takes his fancy. What the hell is holding you back?" I could see that Diane was very uncomfortable. I took her hand."Diane. Let's go and have some tea and a quiet talk."I had bought a flat shortly after moving back to Sutton. The building.