Ifrowned up at her, my sour expression mostly concealed by the wide pinkguard of my dum-dums. Alison was dressed in a knee-length denim skirtwith a da...ing split up the side, which fell open when she carelesslyflopped onto the three-seater lounge beside her sister. I could see shewas wearing tan stockings, not pantyhose, and I caught a glimpse of herruffled white suspenders attached to the lacy stocking top. I felt athrill of arousal at the sight of her feminine undergarments, andwriggled about. I start to wither and moan, I slap your back with the crop i tell you to fuck me with your tongue, I can hear your breathing getting heavier and heavier. I grab your hair and pull you away from my slopping wet pussy, my juices running down my legs. I tell you what a good boy you've been and for listening you finally get to fuck me.I tell you to stand and move away. I stand up, turn around and bend over the chair. I instruct you to move behind me, to slather your cock in my juices and slowly. The few street lamps still in functioning states were not giving much light. A man was running down the deserted street. He wasn't running toward somewhere but away from something. He was clearly afraid of something and couldn't see where he was going, tears were blurring his eyes. The man stopped running as he reached the bridge leading outside the town toward the swamp area. He stopped there and look down. He was a complete loser and his life was a total shamble. The thoughts to jump down in. How she moved effortlessly dictating what need to go where and how to place it. I could concentrate on nothing else. Mid-stride while reaching for a box she walked into the large room, I occupied, that housed the boxes and furniture that were being moved to different room and offices. I do not recall lifting the box but my feet did not move. She'd garnered my attention once more. Light shown about her. She glowed. I do not know if it was because I staring or how I lingered in the room, but she.