You are just a very, bad boy. Bad. You were even fired from your job for being such a bad, slut boy. Cry.?But maybe I can forgive you a little because...you at least try to be good. I’d love to let my sweet, little dog lap my pussy. Seeing you on your knees crying is making my pussy tear up too, well drip. But sucking too much slit seems to have made you crazy, made you do bad things. I’ll let you kiss my boot instead.?Gina leaned back into the couch, crossed her legs, and lifted her boot toward. But right now, we are every bit as horny as you are and all we want is for you to come up behind us and fuck us into oblivion.” With every heaving breath, her hips swayed and as they did, so did Lissa’s. Who was I to argue with what my girlfriends wanted?I walked right up between Melody’s ankles, positioned my cock at her entrance, and pushed. The feeling was almost enough to make me pass out. As I sank to the root in her hot, wet tunnel she raised her head and wailed her pleasure. Lissa caught. The morning came with all the hustle and bustle of the main road below our open window and I got up and went across to the window and peered out and down to the street three levels below, the fact I was still nude was a liberating and exciting feeling as I watched men and school boys walk under my window, my nipples rigid with the cool morning air and sexual tension building between my girlish thighs, I was in the mood to continue where we stopped last night, I had never felt so horny as I. "Oops a daisy I dropped my bag on the floor!! “Please be a sweetie and offer to pick it up” the wicked voice in my head almost says out loud. Bingo! You pause under the table as I spread my legs a bit wider and close my eyes as if to do so will force away the embarrassment that I’m self inflicting. Your eyes speak a hundred words as you look at me for an explanation that doesn’t exist. I smile and realise that I’m having such funnow. I put my hand in my bag and discreetly pull out my pocket.