Haben schon andere versucht. Aber nicht mit mir.Du bleibst schön hier, ich ruf die Bullen und dann klannst du das denen erklären." Er drehte sich um...und Griff zum Telefon."Ich zahl für die Kleine!" kam eine Stimme aus dem Dunkel "Vorausgesetzt sie lässt mich..." von einem der Tische, die hinten in der Kneipe standen kam ein Mann nach vorne. Groß, breitschultrig, kurze Haare, Dreitagebart, Anzug. Gesine schaute zu dem Mann herüber. Eine seltsame Faszination hielt ihren Blick auf ihn geheftet.. We finally wound up in the living room, Greg and Helen sprawled on the couch while I had my usual easy chair. “Remember that time we went to that nude beach?” asked Greg. “Yeah, and I remember how bad we got sunburned because we laid on our stomachs all day,” I laughed. “I’ve never been to a nude beach,” said Helen. “I don’t know if I could.” “Why not?” Greg asked. “Because I’m not pretty enough,” she. Before she could finish, the belt landed again, slightly higher up, but overlapping the first stripe. Again, she cried out. The third stroke landed slightly higher still, and Ursula began to cry continuously. As Walt kept raining down strokes with her belt she felt all of her emotions combining with all of her thoughts and devolving into a single, primordial outpouring. As she became spent, she relaxed across Walt's lap. She no longer reacted to each stroke as she had at the start, but simply. I had reached around Vickie and I could feel her hard little thermometers scraping across my palms.It was different, not being the one in control. With her on top I got less feeling but it was pretty obvious that she was getting more feeling. Anyway she was acting different than she had the night before.After I had cum deep inside her I just put my cock away and zipped up. Vickie on the other hand used her panties to wipe herself and then she poked them into her pussy. I just smiled. We cuddled.