"All the way Scott, I see you peeking." No I'm not," protested the soft, innocent voice that matched his face, and had lured a number of girls into be... with him over the last four years."Scott!" Okay, okay. Gesh," he mumbled as he screwed his eyes tight.After a quick confirmation that Jerry had followed suit, Pam shivered. Could she do this? It had been a sudden impulse, a thought that had just popped into her mind. Then she cast caution to the winds. Why not? In one quick movement she pulled. ” He paused for a long moment, as if mulling over the idea, before answering her. “You wonder why I have not fucked you, pet.” She nodded, her head turning slowly, focusing on the sound of his boots as he circled her hanging cage. “Perhaps I await the right time. I am not, whatever else you might think of me, in the habit of raping young maidens, even ones as beautiful and available as you. If I asked you to make love to me, what would you answer?” It was her turn to pause, her thoughts. I had the grill out on the garage pad with six humongous steaks cooking on it. Lorrie and Marcy were in the kitchen, helping me with supper. They were putting the finishing touches on salad with all the bells and whistles. Marcy had slid one of those Sarah James premade sweet apple pies in the oven and was digging through the freezer for ice cream to make it a-la-mode. There is nothing like hot apple pie with ice cream melting the on top for desert.The supper was wonderful. There was plenty of. I began to pulse my cock with more meaning at this hard ridge, the most inner part of her intimate being. I could imagine my clear fluid smearing and sliding over it, joining her own fulsome emissions as our sexes coated one another. I lowered my head and gently kissed her mouth. This seemed to momentarily surprise her but then she responded eagerly. Our chests were stuck together with a slick of heat and sweat and as I continued to increase my cock flexing to little jabs and thrusts within her.