If you think my sons are big wait until you have mine thrusting into you.Charles then said I needed to wave to the paperboy and go and collect the pap...r, allowing him to see me naked, and if he wanted to fuck me I needed to let him, he made me pass the phone to his sons and tell them to listen to him.I waved over to the paperboy and smiled lifting and squeezing my tits as I had just been instructed to do by Charles.The paperboy looked as if he was ready to run and get the hell out of there, but. The table I selected had a half moon bench big enough for four and two chairs opposite. After we sat, the pool table went back to their game and the bar guys to their stories but I could tell they were all listening to and appraising the newcomers intruding on their turf. The bartender eased from behind the bar toward us, moving with a rolling gate, like a man use to being at sea, which the Navy tattoos on his forearms seemed to confirm.“We don’t get many strangers, particularly not any that. “God, you know,” Miss Stevens purred, “You do actually make me wet like that slut.” She slapped his face hard and a string of saliva escaped from his mouth around the ball gag and onto the hair on his chest. She turned his face up again. “You know, I might even let you fuck me one day. As much as I generally detest filthy cocks, you really are quite gorgeous. And blessed with what you have down there,” her eyes dropped momentarily, “you may even give me some pleasure!” Miss Stevens licked. She scartched my back my legs while pulling me to thrust her more. We were grunting moaning so loud and our bodies all covered with sweat and we tightened and had orgasm heavily. I could feel her wetness over shaft. I was already thrusting her more and we were building one more. My phone rang, and I was just fucking her so in verge to fill her womb, tried to slow down and receive it, but she slapped me and took the phone and shouted to the other person , “Call him after 4 hours we are.