They'd push for long-term relationships. And goddamn, if the minute you didn't get hooked up with them in a serious sort of something, the sex stopped... they'd get too damn serious, too pushy, clingy, and it was just bullshit.So I always stuck with younger girls.Funny thing, for as long as I could remember, most of the girls I'd hung out with, had fun with, fucked around with, or dated, always seemed to have some daddy issue. I had no idea what it was. Maybe everyone I met had shitty lives.. So, Richard walked over, pointed his erection at Andrea’s mouth, and looked at Sam. “Come on, son,” he said, “bring her home, give it to her. She’s not screaming yet.” Sam gripped Andrea’s hips and increased speed, achieving an impressive rhythm. Being spit-roasted, Andrea gasped for breath while groaning and moaning in pleasure as Rachel told her, “Just think, this is going to be the last cock you have as a single lady.”Sam didn’t last long before emptying his load but it was enough to make. "Tell me, or else." Or else what?" Ray challenged."Or else I'll tell my mother that you were up here dancing and would like her to critique your style." You wouldn't."Her only response was a grin of such amorality that Ray could only bite his lip before responding."I was a little excited about what could transpire tonight," he confessed.She smiled. It was a smile that caused her eyes to half shut. Her lips were red with lipstick. She looked intense and predatory. Ray was unsure if the look was. Your moans are so loud now. Quite loud considering the confined space we’re in. So loud in fact, that you’ve not noticed the sound of my pants being undone. You’re so lost in your own ecstasy, you’ve not noticed that my cock is out.My urges overwhelm me and all at once, I kiss you with my tongue penetrating your mouth and my hand on your thigh quickly moving for your cunt. As a result of your already heightened state plus the sudden feeling of my hand on you and your wetness on my lips, you.