Timothy reached down and parted her labia with the tip of his middle finger. It felt so good, he almost came in his pants. As he slid his finger in de...per, enjoying the warm, slippery feel of her birth canal, his palm cradled her soft, beefy lips. Just as he was about to slip in a second finger and rub the hard bulge in his pants, the clock radio in Ms. Alsover’s bedroom began to emit a soft series of chirps. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table. He acted like he was expecting me and that kind of shocked me because we had chosen the timing completely at random hoping to catch him alone and ready to play. I had the recording device already on and the small cam hidden in my six-inch zebra skin heels was hopefully getting a good angle on the two of us sitting on the sofa.He had taken my raincoat and threw it on the back of a chair as he ogled my pleated mini-skirt cheerleading outfit with the tiny top that did little to hide my voluptuous. Fine, thanks," he said, still trying to interpret in his mind most of what had just been said. And had Zander just told him to suck his hairy ass? Was that a common expression? Had Zander told him that back in San Jose they might very well have been fighting a few seconds later. Slowly he stuck out his hand and it was shaken."Shit on me," Zander said. "That is one thick WestHem accent you have there, my butt buddy. No mistaking where you're from."My butt buddy? Ken thought, resisting the urge. Pulling them and stroking them with my hand. “Mmm, that feels so good, carry on!” she moaned. Wrapping my mouth around her nipple through her top I begin teasingly nibbling on it and flick my wet tongue over it. Removing her top completely I stare in awe at her perfectly rounded breasts, so perky and edible looking. “That feels amazing, but I’d much rather you flicked your tongue over my dripping wet pussy” she whispered in my ear. “Oh how I’d love to fill your pussy with my fingers and let.