‘I could,’ Jenny said. ‘But I think Heather’s going to move back, too. She just got divorced from her third husband. And I had enough of livin... near her back in Richmond. I didn’t have one boyfriend who couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and she loved every minute of it.’ ‘Blonde hair?’ Annamaria recalled. ‘Red fingernails, gold jewelry, boobs out to here,’ Jenny chuckled before turning to me. ‘I didn’t notice you staring at her.’ ‘See, Annie, I’m all cured,’ I spread my arms out as I smiled at. But then I realised that my cock was getting hard and I was starting to get really horny. I unbuttoned my Jeans and got my semi hard cock out, just as I did the guy pull my girlfriend's head off his cock saying "no playing this time, this time I'm fucking you" with that he lifted her into the back of the van turn her round bent her over pulled up her tight skirt to reveal her stockings and thong then moving her thing to one side he plunged his huge raging hard cock into her tight wet pussy she. God she was so tight. God this felt sooo good! What the fuck time was it? Did it even matter? Oh God, she was clenching again. He bit his lip hard to keep from groaning in protest as she clenched her legs together and screamed in climax for a second time, again soaking his shaft in sticky hot cum, so much so that it dripped off his balls as they slapped against her pressed-together thighs. Oh fuck it. He DID groan, and he groaned loudly, then growled and squeezed her breasts hard, prompting a. I had lain perfectly still, hoping to hear any clues that could help me guess Mistress' intent. Finally, I heard the key turn inside my belt. The lock clicked open and sent a short, glorious vibration into my pelvic bone. I'd never forget that feeling. Mistress slid the heavy, steel front plate that covered my crotch, off of the belt's frame. I knew how wet I was, as the open air chilled my swollen opening. She stopped there, though. The tight-fitting metal around my waist remained on, but I.