But luckily, I was wearing black Jeans, the type of which color is indistinguishable even when wet. But my top was white. However, my boyfriend was pe...sistence and was still continuing. Trust me I have been touched by him many times before.But this time was my first when we had it this intimately, and frankly, out of pleasure, my tears were coming out. And he suddenly stopped. He hugged me tight and licked my tears and told me he won’t do it if I cry. At that moment I was feeling sorry for him. Wandering aimlessly Chris soon found himself lost in some back alley. oh no he thought im lost. Sinking down Chris sat on the gorund.A fgure approaching soon got his attention. A large lady in a big black abaya started talking to him. what was she saying? no clue. She held out her hand with some bread. Chris took the bread and she let out a laugh. Hmmmmmmmm...she didnt sound tha old. She starterd walking away but chris started following her, trying to talk...she laughed and kept. Samantha walked up to me. She was dripping wet. She looked amazing. Then she asked, “Do you still have those pictures of me when I lost my top two summers ago?”I replied, “Yes, I treasure them.”She laughed and said, “I bet! It is more likely that you jerk off to them.”She looked down at my cock as it started to swell in my swim trunks. Thank heaven for the tight inner lining holding things in place.Samantha said, “Get your camera ready. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”I watched her ass sway as. Each link in the chains had small spikes sticking out to both sides, and at the end of both was a spiked flail. It was making good use of them, and brought them down on another car, denting the roof and smashing the windshield glass."Oh, I know how to deal with the likes of you. Pom-poms!" she called out. They appeared in her hands, and she thrust them forward while yelling, "Fighting Spirit Fiery Burst!" That first fireball caught the monster off guard. It stumbled, then turned its attention.