"BABE? You called me "babe"?" Sorry. It just slipped. Friendly term, that's all..." I back-pedaled."No guy's ever referred to me as "babe", Dave." The... it's a sad sample of guys around you, Ronni." I'm pretty sure it's a representative sample, Dave. I'm too tall and my hair's just brown and my eyes are just brown and I don't have one of those figures that guys drool over."It occurred to me at this time that just perhaps those painkillers were reducing my judgment a bit. This was a conversation. A tattoo was evident on the girl’s left ankle and then she moved her head from the far side of the man and long blonde tresses splayed across the cushions.On the pretty face, wide staring eyes and a grimacing mouth contrasted weirdly with the cooing ecstatic sounds she was making as the man shunted relentlessly into her. Muscles rippled over his back and when he raised his head, Grace could see wild floppy black hair. He shifted position, pulling the girl with him, letting one of his knees. I’m not sure but I think this was the first lip kiss for her (knowing her back ground and present circumstances).Our lips parted and she open her eyes; she looked at me there and was a smile on her face. Our embrace loosened and she got up and looking down at the ground she went to her apartment without saying a word. It is 4.30 in the morning and with a feeling of giving a few happy moments to someone I went to bed too. I didn’t want to sleep but was so tired with the night’s ordeal that I. Their sounds, though distinct, with his muffled groans of distress and her lustful moans of pleasure intertwined like their bodies into the same rhythm. Katie knew each joined noise from the pair of them signified a pulse of Brittany’s cock, meaning another dose of intense pleasure for Brittany and another hot rope of cum left deep inside of James.Katie bit her lip, enjoying the lewd display and enjoying the sensations of the squirming boy beneath her, each elicited groan from him helping to up.