“What are you really thinking?” she asked. “About what?” “About my predicament.” “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and kno...ked on the cast. “Really! Why?” “You can’t run away from me.” She tensed visibly. “I know you can’t forgive me,” she said and withdrew her hand. “Well, let’s not talk about the past,” I said. “You avoided my question,” her eyes pinned me again. “I think you need someone to take care of you. I want that someone to be me.” “So, you will stay with me?” . Did I do something wrong?” The corner of her lips were glowing pink, her fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock. There was an innocence behind her eyes that made him, despite their current position, want to wrap her in his arms. Instead, he leaned against the wall and tried to call his breath. “No, God no. That was... I was just.... getting close.Her innocence shifted to a coy smile as she began to rise up. “Are you hoping you'll get to finish a different way?”The look in her eyes,. It was a nice night and we decided to walk back to the motel. Twice I pulled her into a doorway to kiss her and feel her up and each time I undid another button on her blouse. As we walked along, Bett a little tipsy and both of us horny, I saw the blouse shifting with her movements and I could see an entire tit as the blouse gapped open. As she walked through the hotel lobby she was unaware of the fact that the people who looked at her could see her exposed tits and I smiled knowing that every. She seemed to be doing ok. He watched a little longer, watching as she walked back and forth across the front of the room. She was a hot little number, yes indeed, he thought. He loved the way her ass pushed out the back of her skirt. Just as Mr. Thompson was looking at Sarah’s ass Hank Jackson was in his basement office, his door closed, his huge black cock in his hand. He was thinking about the stuck-up white bitch that had disrespected him this morning. His cock grew hard as he thought.