Again, she moaned. Spank my ass again. She pleaded, her own hands cupping her breasts and massaging the sensitive buds between her thumbs and index fi...gers. He obliged and let his other hand do the honors, the slap resounding throughout the room once more and earning him a soft moan from her mouth. He continued to spank her for a minute, each hard clap against her ass receiving a whimper and groan of praise from her lips and a throbbing sensation from his hardened dick. Who knew the bitch loved. " "So you saw my smokin' bod and just wanted me ever since?" "That must have been it."We laugh for a minute and then stare into space. "No…I think I liked how you always called me 'girl,' and you seemed kinda... bad boyish, and then the good music taste is always a turn on."He thinks for a minute. "Yeah, makes sense. So what happened?" "Well I never thought you'd do anything about it… There was that night when we were in your basement until like five am listening to records and all we did was. Occasionally they would duck in response to a shouted warning, as airborne flotsam flew by. MacArthur Highway was free of traffic, and water flowed in the roadside cambers, spilling onto the pavement. At the junction with Fields Avenue, the surface water that ran off had started as a rivulet a mile away, up at Friendship, and gathered volume as it rushed down Perimeter Road into Fields Avenue, finally to gush out over MacArthur Highway like a burst water main. The girls were knee deep at times. But that's where the sweet and innocent stops. When she spreads her legs she has a gaped open hole the size of a quarter. This is from years of have multiple sex partners with over average size cocks.Anyway back to that night. She was wearing a short skirt and button up blouse. Her legs where bare. As I was telling her about the photo shoot she kept letting her legs part as if to tease me. She did seem to interested in it until I said there would be a fifties style model there. She said she.