It was like I'd been doing it forever. I thought it would be agood idea though to maybe take a course on makeup when I returned to SanFrancisco.I slip...ed on a black mesh coverlet and went to join the others by the pool.Carla was already there. She'd brushed out her thick blonde hair and waswearing a white crochet string bikini, trimmed with black accents at thewaist, leg openings, and surrounding the bra cups. Her pussy bush was sothick that some of her pubes stuck out of the leg openings. It. "That's strange" she thought, "mail comes at 1pm. Where were mum and dad?" Intrigued but puzzled at the same time, she leant over and picked the envelope up, turned it over and looked at the address written on it. Her heart sank. There were only two words written on the envelope. "Hanna Macauley." She also noticed with dismay that there was no postmark, meaning the envelope had definitely been delivered by hand. But by whom, and when?Quivering, she walked through to the living room, envelope. If I could have screamed, I would have. Before he was done, the blanket under my face was soaked with tears as well as drool. Afterwards, he spanked me, turning my cheeks bright red, fire erupting with every strike, ordering me to lift my ass so he could treat my hot little pussy to the same. I bet your husband doesn’t treat you like this, he teased. He was right. If he had, I wouldn’t be here, tied to the bed of some guy that I’d just met hours before in a club, getting used like a slut.. Thrusting, I watch as your tits bounce back and forth. You right hand reaches down and feels my cock, all wet with your pussy juices, as it disappears into you then re-emerges, pounding you. You play with my cock, then with your clitty. You other hand plays with your tits, tweaking your nipples. We roll around on the carpet, and continue to fuck each other senseless, alternating who’s on top — sometimes slowly, often hard and fast, always completely in tune with each other. Holding, caressing,.