Please keep fucking your bitch," I responded, knowing that this was the only way to have my pleasure continue. What did it matter anyway? It was only ...ust the two of us, and I would willingly be her bitch for pleasure like this. And with my acquiescence Jeanette continued her assault, and I became her bitch, moaning and crying out my pleasure. As my pleasure built, I was surprised to be nearing an orgasm.All the while, Jeanette was saying, "That's right, fuck my hand bitch. Bitches, like you,. He blinked hiseyes open and saw that Clay was sitting there with him, back in his"battle bikini." His bimbo's face looked prettily concerned and Budrealized his head was laying in Clay's lap. He thought how angry Claywould be if he realized what a great show he was giving Bud of his bigknockers. Hell, from where he was he could practically smell Clay's newpussy."Bud, can you hear me?" Clay asked."Yeah," Bud struggled to say. It sounded weird to his ears."Just take it slow, buddy." The concern. " Robbie had a Honda that her dad had given her for her sixteenth birthday, and for some reason had named it Rodrigo. I'd tried to explain that cars are always female. She'd nodded, and it was still Rodrigo. "But if he knew I was coming to see you, it'd be worse."I grunted in agreement."Grab a couple Cokes and let's go up front and throw a football around." I'm retired," I pointed out.Robbie cocked her head and looked at me for a second, then turned, went down the steps, and headed for the. She let out a little squeak as my fingers explored her inner workings.Her body looked and felt as I had imagined, as I had hoped. Her tits announced themselves in any sweater or blouse that she wore; the nipples followed logically. Her smooth round hips couldn't be hidden under the jeans or form fitting skirts that she favored. Her ass was tight, not large, but enough to grab to spread if I should be lucky enough to get Peter The Great in that way. Her bald pussy surprised me, although it.