He spits in her face again. "Slut" He spits again. "Whore" He reaches forward and rubs his spit all over her face as she closes her eyes and leans...into his hand. Then SLAP! he smacks her hard across the face."Whaaatttt," she starts, but before she can get anything else out Harold shoves his cock back down her throat. Placing both hands on the back of her head he stuffs his entire cock in her mouth until his balls nestle up against her chin. Then he starts to face fuck his slutty whore of. I'd wake to find her playing with my cock which, like most men in the morning, was in 'glory'. I'd turn over to snuggle in spoon position and begin fingering her crack and massaging her clitoris; feeling the swell of her belly and the magnificence of her breasts as my cock leaked it's juices over her lower back. I loved the way her cunt 'juiced-up' making squishy squelchy sounds as my finger delved deep into her womanly charms. She'd know that I needed to fuck her and that delaying would not. I wanted to ask him if he was single or married, but resisted the temptation. I wanted to touch his face and plant a heated kiss on his honey colored lips.My stop came up and as I rose to get out he stayed seated. I knew why. I slide past him my ass mere inches from his face and his hand sneaked up and felt the inside of my thigh. I gasped as it lingered. After what seemed minutes but was actually on seconds he let me pass. Stepping down into a puddle I looked up and saw his face, lips. .. going off to college next year,” I replied. “I am still hoping,” Alisa responded, “but my clock is ticking.” “Don’t worry,” I replied, “you’re still young, beautiful and charming.” “Thanks,” she responded, “but sometimes I don’t feel like any of those things.” I could sense a bit of sadness in her response. Throwing caution to the wind, I said, “Well I wouldn’t kick you out of bed. You probably just need a little picker-upper every now and then.” “More than you could imagine,” Alisa.