She made eye contact, lifting her green eyes to meet his, her words tumbling and stumbling out of her mouth. “Does it feel like I am avoiding you, l...ve?” she asked, smiling as she felt the bulge growing beneath her bestockinged right foot. He said nothing, pushing his chair squeakily back, her foot falling back to the floor as he stood. Oh fuck, she had forgotten how handsome, how stupidly handsome, he could be. He walked around to her side of the table, laying a calloused hand on her left. She stopped in the doorway. Katie was still asleep and all that could be seen was her mass of thick ginger hair. "Oh. You have company." Yeah, sorry, we'll get together another time—"I was still hoping that I could get her out of the house before Katie awoke. But it was too late. She sat up and stretched, the covers falling to her waist. She looked very young and vulnerable with her ribs poking out, her little breast buds high on her chest."Who's there?" she said, still groggy.Justine turned to. That evening Anne called round to pick up Stan in her blue sports car. Stan wore a simple but clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt, with a light woollen sweater in case it was colder when they came out of the cinema later. Anne honked the horn outside his house, and Stan hurried out the door to get to her car before his neighbours complained. As he climbed into the car Stan looked over at the blonde in the driving seat. Anne was wearing a black wraparound skirt and red v-necked top, cut. Now it starts to get intense. I start breathingfaster and moan through my ball gag. He continues on and says, "Do you feelthat bitch!!!" and I start making louder moans as he starts getting rougherand rougher. He starts ramming his cock as deep as it can go, hard and fastwhile he is pulling my hair and I start screaming but the sound is muffledwith the ball gag in place. Good thing that nobody outside can hear. Afterabout 10 minutes or so, he takes a short break, and I'm breathing heavily.