We met online. Maybe a few months ago. I knew our relationship clicked from when I first saw that picture of you, you looked so shy and timid, it was ... real turn on. Your figure was so feminine, with curves in all the right places. In your picture you wore all the buttons on your shirt done up, but I knew inside that you wouldn't be afraid to rip it off. I continued reading about you, your name was Casey. You lived in Florida - alone. And I knew that I had to meet you, even though I lived a. I can feel it jump in reaction, and the sensation makes my pussy quiver. Stroking a bit more forcefully now, I turn my head to watch him as he starts to come to reality. He stretches and I move so he can roll onto his back, never letting go of his erection in my grasp. Sleepily, he sighs and turns his head to kiss me. I gladly accept his affection, giving his balls a light squeeze, eliciting another sigh. Playing with his balls makes his cock twitch in a delightful way, but I can tell it's. With a shriek, Corrine ducked down and covered herself up."Sorry!" I shouted, averting my eyes and chasing after the damn tarp. "The wind got it, hang on!"By the time I had retrieved that fucking tarp and returned to the van, my beautiful "actress" was already dressed, the brief costume I had picked out from her closet a day earlier hidden beneath a bathrobe to protect her from the wind."Sorry, Corrine! Sorry! I didn't see anything!" Then why apologize?" She smirked knowingly at me and hurried. The pleasure Emma feels from this treatment is beyond belief. Emma tells herself that she is only feeling the rush run through her as she is at such a peak from last night with Donald. But deep down she does wonder some.Finishing with Emma, Sasha does linger sitting again between her legs and leans in to inhale her splendid fragrance once more. Sasha’s heavy breathing against Emma’s exposed wet slit makes her moan once again, and wiggle some.Sasha helps Emma up, and this time, Emma stands.