" I grunted in her ear. "Oh yeah, I do...fuck me hard, I know you like my hairy ass. Take it, take my hairy ass, fuck it hard". My hips went into over...rive, I was tearing that hairy ass up, fucking her harder than I ever thought possible. She was now reaching a hand back and flicking her clit frantically. Inside her ass the walls closed in tight as she began a series of internal clenching motions, I knew she was beginning to cum. It felt absolutely amazing, my balls began the count down. "Don't. The cigarettes were always stained with her deep-red lipstick.Marion, the staff, and I had gone out for celebratory drinks one night.Between the bourbon and her magnetism, she and I were soon kissing andexploring each others' body. Marion gave me an incredible blow-job. Weworked together for about another year or so before she resigned to take ajob with a local law firm. The woman appeared agitated as I approached. She looked at me. I guessedshe was hoping to find traces of make-up."I'm Cynthia. He looked me right in the eye and said, "You always please me, Mouse. But I have to give you credit for having that much courage."Gregg straightened up and I finally looked around. The first thing I noticed is that Jo and Gregg aren't the only ones watching me. There are three men standing off to the side taking in the strange scene we presented and ogling my nearly naked body. Finally I looked at the building behind them. We were parked in front of a strip club!I looked around to see if it was. As I said, my father died when I was seven. My mother then put all of her focus, energy, and time into her work (she's a lawyer). She wouldn't let herself slow down, I think out of fear she'd finally have to let herself grieve and deal with daddy's death. So my brother Brenden took care of me. He's nineteen now and I just turned sixteen. He's more than a brother to me, he's my best friend, a substitue dad, he's the only person I've ever completely trusted because he knows exactly what we've.