He knew that she would be a great fuck and her petiteness only added to his mind having no doubts his cock would fill her pussy well, he desperatly wa...ted to give her orgasms, could Johnny make Ingrid cum? This question was on both of their minds, she too often thought about what his cock would feel like inside her and satisfied herself sometimes three or four times a day, for both o them masturbation was spiritual act, a necessary and borderline addiction, they were a pair of wankers getting. .."Chris poked his own finger into Lisa's chest, the exposed skin above the top of her dress, and pushed back." ... that you help her too, or it might be me with the knife. Got that?"Lisa looked at him in surprise. "Yes. Fair enough."Then she gave him a long look. "I just hope you know what you're doing."Chris agreed. "I sure hope so too." So, just how am I supposed to help unless you tell me what's going on?" Lisa's expression left no doubt that she intended to hassle Chris until she found. ?Sit up against the wall!? she says to him, with gritted teeth.He slides up the wall, looking at her nervously, mumbling in German under his breath.She gets up and kneels down in front of him, placing her hand on his throat. She brings her face to within inches of his.?You’re comin home with me, you little mother fuck. I’ll decide what to do with you after I consider all my options.??But but?? he begins to stammer out.?But nothin fuck face! Butt this!? she turns round suddenly and plants her. ‘OK. I’ve eaten the food, I’ve drank the drink, I think I deserve to find out what you’ve been up to, kiddo. Before I bust with curiosity.’ Anne chuckled. ‘Well, after you moved out, I was kind of at a loose end… nothing to do and lots of time to do it in, which is a dangerous combination. Remember our trip to France?’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘I seem to recall that you spent most of it in the hotel, if that’s what you’re asking…’ Anne nodded. ‘Well, I was partying a lot, really honing my skills,.