“Yes, but not tonight. Tonight is for Teresa.” She pushed him towards the stairs.Jack got to the foyer at the same instant the doorbell rang. Shar...ey was there, and she opened the door. Teresa Jimenez was standing there holding a small suitcase and looking both nervous and excited. “Uh...”Sharley smiled. “You must be Teresa. Welcome. Come on in!” She opened the door wide and motioned Teresa in. As soon as the girl was inside, she closed the door. “Welcome to our home.” She took Teresa’s bag and. He spread her legs and saw the pink flesh and the juices in her. He felt a compulsion to lick them, and so he did. He circled his tongue around her hard clitoris while she moaned. Her whole was the main attraction, it was small and her lips faced in, she had not been too used. He teased her with his finger and placed it inside her, then another followed, he hole had been opened wider, so he adventure to place another. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and not only slide them in and out but. Amanda was there again naked at my feet smiling mischievously, the way girls do when about to do something they know will impress you. She bent over and crawled onto the bed between my legs, playfully dragging her soft left breast up along my right thigh.My right hand loosened and slid down to my balls with my thumb stroking the very base of my hardness. When I moved it again to grip my shaft I did so lightly the way Amanda might, enjoying the velvety sensation of the skin stretched tight over. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, sir?” asked the young barkeep.“It’s only my first one, but yes I’ve had enough,” as he brought the newspaper to the bartender’s nose. “Now be a good lad and pour me another drink.”His legs slackened. His eyes became heavy and bloodshot. His breath fumed.“A killing here and a killing there, smart people up, dumb people down, blacks on one side, whites on another, hatred and fear: heads, love and goodwill: tales. Now good man, another drink.”“Sir ... Sir,” said.