Grant is opening the door with a firm expression that quickly turns to awe as his eyes travel over my body. He quickly gains his composure and ushers ...e in, closing the door quickly behind me. "Miss Carmen Reynolds. I haven't seen you in quite some time. You've blossomed into...uh...quite the woman." I notice a deep flush in his face and I regret if I'm making him uncomfortable. The thing is, Mr. Grant is hot and I want to make a good impression. He's in his late 40's and has a thick head of. He chose to take over babysitting so that I could have my fun, too. Yeah, that’s crazy, right? The babysitter is one of the Archangels. Pretty sweet connections, don’t ya think? Not everyone can claim that distinction. He volunteered and kicked me out, told me to ‘get humping,’ to use his words. I think that the dude deserves a major reward and soon, if you ask me,” Marcy winked at me as the throng followed me to my residence.That was when things got a little hairier than expected. Eight men. .. eventually our lips touch again and we kiss as you life a leg and straddle me... your hand holding my cock guides me towards your wet place and you slip my manhood into your pussy... Oh Angel you slide down my shaft taking it all into you wet, swollen and tight pussy... you start to ride me gently at fist still leaning forward so we can continue to kiss... my hands are moving between your tits and your waist... I want to touch all of you all the time! I want to feel you all you move up and. ..and make it...hot!" I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short hair with a little moisturizer she left on the sink, and shave, taking the time to neaten up down below before grabbing my Levis and a crisp white oxford. I grab my loafers hurriedly, for fear this highly motivated club hound would ditch me for someone more lively, and barely grasping her fingers in mine, follow her out the door. The street life felt exhilarating. Prague is packed with attractive.