." Jessica responded. "...But some girls have to do it a lot more than me." She reached over and ran her fingers up and down Lyssa's moist slit. Lyssa...moaned in agreement. "Why?" The little girl asked, leaning into Jessica's shoulder. "Because most girls aren't as pretty me, so they have to suck the boys' cocks so they'll like them." She said not with arrogance, but certainty. "You're really pretty, Jessica. I wish I was pretty like you." Her hand slowed down on Jessica's pussy. Jessica turned. You spread my legs wide as you start a strong rhythm, slamming my hips against the car.I turn my head to place a gasping kiss on your lips before I break away to again feverishly moan with pleasure. You lean down, your strong arms holding me against the car, as you fuck my wet pussy hard. Your strong body dominantly holds me in place as I start to thrash about, while your hands pull my blouse and bra up in one motion, releasing my aching tits. You push me down further, my breasts now feeling. He pulled his dick softly, making it look longer and suddenly realized, he needed to take a leak. He walked back to the bathroom and stood at the commode. Just as he was about to start pissing, a stupid idea came to his mind and he moved over to the bathtub. He leaned over with his legs wide open and his both hands on the opposite wall and released the bladder pressure. He had always liked those old style urinals reminding him of the water gutters for the horses which looked like the bath tubs.. I am searching for Goliath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night. The only place you will find me is in the West End. From Wood Green Station the train takes me to Covent Garden. From there I have a pattern I follow. I start Walking to Charing Cross then to Leicester Square. I take a break at Piccadilly Circus. There I sit at one of the restaurants or cafes, preferably by the window. I have a.