He had her squirming on the couch in minutes, his fingers tugging on her puffy lips, yanking them as her ass bounced up and down. His cock was rock ha...d, wanting release, but he would wait until they got outside. Tonight would be the night he took her. “Take off your panties,” he whispered to her, Brandy slipping them off so quickly. She sat back in the couch, her legs spread obediently as Michael’s hands returned to her pussy, this time only hot, naked flesh for his pleasure. He could smell. “Ow!” I protested in pain and pulled my shoulder away, causing my books to fall to the floor. “I wasn’t done with you!” He exclaimed, grasping my arm, and pulling me towards him. I winced in discomfort. He pushed me back down into the chair I had been sitting in. “What is WRONG with you!? I said I did it, okay? Now let me go!” I tried to get up again but he once again stood in my way. “Miss Smith, I never said all I wanted you to do was tell me you did it. I already knew that. I want to know if. Reconsider ... I beg you!”“Nyet,” I answered as I walked out the door, half-regretting it due to what she just told me.Part of me would have loved to be with a girl who didn’t sweat my womanizing for a change. I still couldn’t put up with slapping, though. It was, as I told her, a dealbreaker. If I had slapped her, I would have been wrong, too. Who knew ... maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not. I glanced and noticed that Michael's bulge was up against her leg. Michael said "Sorry about that." My mouth dropped a bit when my wife grabbed his young cock and said "Oh that's ok Michael." I nailed it up and they went for another sheet. Michael was a bit stunned when she grabbed his cock and laughed a bit as they went for the other sheet of drywall. My wife got in front again and Michael in back of her. This time I noticed her go a bit slower as she raised the sheet back and she definitely.