He sits on the couch with me in his lap. His hands fumble with his pants while my hands cup his face and I’m kissing him maidenly. When he frees him...elf from his pants I whisper in his ear, ‘Fuck me. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy.’ ‘Whadya say?’ I shake myself out of my fantasy. ‘Nothing. Did you find it?’ ‘Yeah, thanks for letting me in.’ He heads for the door, but I call him back. He looks at me confused as I walk toward him. I can feel my tits sway with each step and I could see that he. Their schedules would make things interesting. Dixie alternated shifts from days to evenings, and worked every other weekend. Daniel worked nights on the weekends and scattered daytime hours during the week. A challenge, he thought, but who knows, maybe a blessing, too.Daniel couldn’t believe how enthused he was about having lunch with her. They’d talked so fluidly, opened up so much. She was so sharp and so natural. The more he thought about her, the more attracted he became. But doubts crept. I slid my chair around the table until I was right beside him, the slit of my dress right next to his leg, after a quick look around I took hold of his hand and shoved it into the slit and placed it on my bare pussy."There!" I laughed.His hand lingered on my pussy for a while and I felt it rub against me a little sending a shiver of excitement through me, I was surprised at myself for acting the way I was, but I was also enjoying it one hell of a lot. Almost reluctantly Luke moved his hand away. Jake very much appreciated having aPrincess with a Prince-ofa-guy.Turk and I were buddies. He had great respect for me.I was a ballsie little fucker. He liked me a lot. Iwas Da Prince. “Nobody messes with Da Prince. Anybodymesses with De Prince, you point me at ’em.”“I appreciate that, Turk.”Turk liked me too much. We became the very closest ofbuddies, bosom buddies, real pals, inseparable. Turkliked fucking me. I mean, he really really enjoyedfucking Da Prince..