She adjusted the dress she was wearing and smoothed the wrinkles in her lap as she produced a velvet covered journal from the simple handbag that she ...ad brought with her. Her mind was full of anticipation, and she knew she had to write it the thoughts down; after all, they could make for some interesting poetry at a later date.As she removed the cap from her black felt pen, Laylah opened her journal and smoothed out the next available page. "I sit here alone..." She started, "I really do not. ‘I think you like this, you nasty, dirty little whore,’ I said, working all six inches into his tight asshole. His cock was twitching as I began to thrust in and out. ‘Stroke your cock for me,’ I said. ‘I want to see you cum with my cock buried deep up your ass.’ He reached down and began to frantically stroke his cock as I watched. I matched his pace, fucking him hard and fast. His hand was a blur as he neared his climax. His hips jerked and he cried out as thick jets of cum erupted and. His downward motion continued until I felt his bottom against the tops of my thighs. I was deeply embedded in him and he started to wriggle around on my lap. He was enjoying the sensation of my hard cock in his ass as much as I was. Then Patrice slowly started to raise himself up and my cock started to leave his hot hole. And then down he came again. Once more I felt my cock enveloped by him. He repeated his motions, up and down, off my cock and then back on. Over and over. As I sat there I. It was only a thin sundress, so he easily felt my nipple as it stiffened, and I easily felt the ministrations of his palm.I was enjoying the feel of his hairy legs against the smooth skin of my own. As he kissed, and played with my breast, I slid my legs against his. He lowered his hips against my own and pushed his body against the front of my panties. This was new and very enjoyable.This new position brought his thighs against my own. The hem of my dress, in my writhing, had fallen almost to.