Zwischen meinen Schenkeln blitzten meine Schamlippen hervor. Ich wollte mich sofort wieder bedecken, aber mein Chef war schneller und hielt meine Hand...fest. Wieder blickte er mir hypnotisierend in die Augen.„Ich habe mich schon immer gefragt, ob rot deine echte Haarfarbe ist. Scheint wohl so zu sein, wenn ich mir deinen süßen Busch so ansehe“, sagte er, während seine Hand langsam meinen Rock weiter nach oben schon.Ich war total perplex. Ich wollte mich wehren, konnte aber aus irgendeinem Grund. , you can imagine when most of the eyes in that gallery was on her when she jumps in excitement. One of the best thing i did on that day was i carried my binoculars. So i enjoyed watching the moments of the match closely. When our little master came to play, she turned and humbly scratched me asking for my binoculars to see the players. My goodness, she spoke to me and without saying a word, i grabbed my binoculars from my friend and gave it to her and gave a weird smile to my friend. Whack. I reached down and wasted no time in shoving his full seven inches into my now wetter than ever pussy. He moaned and closed his eyes and I knew that, like me, this was what he had been waiting for. He pushed up into me, grinding his balls against my ass. I felt him breathing hard against my neck as he held me closer to him. After a minute or so, he flipped me onto my back with my pussy still hugging his dick. He started to fuck me. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic at first, then he picked up. Keep your head down, too. For me?”“For you. Look there. You’re half right. He’s not alone, but she isn’t one of his rough friends. Now can we go around?”“I don’t think they want to talk to us. That’s Sharon. She used to baby-sit for Barry a coupla years ago. Well -- for both of us -- but Barry was too young to leave alone.”“And you say you are getting too old to skinny dip!”“She doesn’t know you see her. She would be mad if she knew -- me too, but maybe not as much. Maybe more, ‘cause I know.