I was so ready to do everything they wanted and more. Michael was fucking me every night, but I hungered for more and more. All I could think about,...even when I had Michael inside me, was getting all my holes fucked in Davey’s backyard by his softball team. Heck, if two or three teams showed up I would be ready to take them all on.On the big day I showered, trimmed my snatch, shaved my legs and underarms and threw on some baggy clothes. No point in getting dressed up, now was there? Davey. "He pulled her close and hugged her tightly as he spoke quietly, "Alan called here a little while ago." He felt her grip around him tighten. "I was just online looking for a bodyguard for you." Did you call the cops?" Yeah, they're sending a squad car, but I don't think they'll do much else. That's why I called a bodyguard for you, hon. I don't want anything to happen to you and I can't watch you every minute," he said, his voice shaky. "Joe, the guy I talked to, told me he can. That's his. I pushed harder and she seemed to be squeezing her thighs together just as hard. Eventually she started to relent and I could feel she was soaking wet as my hand moved between her thighs.Stll stroking her tits with my left hand I moved my right up to the waist band of her briefs and my fingers slid underneath, first finding her course hair and then further down to her wet lips. I slowly stroked between her thighs and slid my middle finger a little way in, moving it around I found she had a. The only problem I had with her was that she was a large woman. Just to say she was curvaceous would be stretching the truth almost as much as the skirts she managed to pull over her big butt. She had a pretty face and long blond hair that she wore in an attractive style but with her size, I just couldn't think of her in a sexual way. We ate spicy chicken and washed it down with rum and coke, then for dessert, we did rum shots and then we did more shots until the bottle was empty. I held the.