How much do I owe you?”“You don’t owe me anything, if you go through with this,” he said. “In fact, if you show up at the condo, I’ll give...you another half oz. of the best strain I’ve got. On the house. That’s a full oz. of weed for free and all you have to do is fuck a crazy chick with me.”Can I think about it?” I asked. “Can I let you know by tomorrow?”“Ok,” he smiled, shaking my hand, “but if the answer is no, you owe me $250 for what I just gave you. Understand?”“I understand,” I said,. And after him, who. All of it." Later," she gasped. "Not now." No. Now." Fuck you, you bastard," she hissed."Tell me, bitch, or I'm gonna walk out of here and tell the world about you. I'm sure that wimpy husband of yours would like to hear about the whore he got suckered into marrying," the steward sneered."You motherfucker," she snarled over her shoulder at him, her face red with rage. "Don't you dare hurt Suresh." Oh, his name's Suresh is it? Suresh the wimp." Michael jeered and rocked his. "I'll be up to say goodnight to my birthday girl in a couple of minutes, as soon as I straighten out the kitchen and put out the garbage."Samantha was standing by then. She smiled weakly, nodded again, and softly said, "Okay, Daddy," and then walked to the stairs barefooted, her designer flops left at the base of the couch. Stan watched her bikini-clad little ass sway and he felt that familiar heat that he had begun to feel months ago when ogling his little girl.His eyes continued to follow her. My sex is a scolding pit of molten fire as it is licked, sucked and fingered by this young girl, and in a moment of clarity I realise that both of us have cum but I don't know how many times - there may not be any gap between them!Having spent some time teasing her ass with my tongue I return to Elle's juicy ripe pussy. I open her up and stick my tongue as deep as I can into her fuck hole, literally sucking the cum from her quivering little body. I reached around and managed to get my hand.