She knew it and I knew she did.I decided to go down to Antoine's for two reasons. First, of course, was the fact that Sandra hadn't been putting out f...r two weeks now and I was some kinda horny. Sometimes I hate blonde, virginal (hah!) American princesses. But I just can't stay away from them. Second, it was Monday night and the Eagles were playing the Cowboys.Antoine's is a fun place to hang out. Its an overgrown hole-in-the-wall club; with a loud jukebox, a postage stamp dance floor and a. "And while you're drinking it, I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you explode. Remember how I can do that? How does that sound?"Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in."Put something on, Danika. Please."Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I. She squirmed in her seat,she could feel that her cunt was more than just a little bit moist in fact it was beginning to drip she could feel the juices running out and she knew that there was already a damp patch inside here knickers. She looked up and saw the ticket inspector standing there, he gave her a knowing look, surely he had seen what she had just been looking at on her phone hadn't he? he punched her ticket and wished her a good journey and gave her a cheeky smile as he moved down the. As Denise stood before the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door she saw, in a moment of honest assessment, what her mother had constantly told her. She had her father’s build, tall and thin. However, she had her mother’s figure, a well-proportioned hourglass shape highlighted by large breasts, a nice bubble butt, and long shapely legs. She saw that she was indeed a taller, younger, bustier version of her beautiful, mulatto, Jamaican mother. She also saw that the clothes looked.