I'll get Neal to help me if I have to.” “ You don't have to,” I said. She tied me to the bed with my legs apart, the rope adjusted at my knees...so that they held my legs back and spread. She could also smack my ass, which she proved to me immediately. “ I'd let you suck on it to lube it up, but you're already wet, and I want you to have a sore pussy when Neal fucks you.” “ Neal isn't fucking me,” I said. “ Yes,” she said. “Neal is fucking you.” She opened my damp cunt with her fingers. My. ’ He shook hands with Darren and asked him to sit. They started to talk. Darren told of how he and his business partner were going to expand by opening a second print shop in the local area, and how he was regaining lost memories from reminders around the town. They told him of Mr. Stewart’s accident and why they’d bought the smaller bungalow, mainly because of the lack of stairs. They were candid about just keeping ahead. Darren felt he might owe them something, but when he offered to find the. There was a woman standing under the light on the path wearing dark clothes. Her long sleeved blouse is meticulously buttoned, her arms crossed over her perfect breasts. Her long black hair was allowed to flow over her shoulders as it caught the moonlight, glowing like a halo about her head. We were only feet apart; she could hardly have been over thirty.'How did I miss her standing there?'"I'm sorry did I scare you?" She spoke with care, not moving, her arms still crossed."Yes, oh my god, yes.. You need no second invitation. As you move around me your cock brushes my face and you’re getting harder. As you move I drop onto all fours, bend my back to the floor and push my sweet, smooth ass high up for you. My ass is ready.You get behind me, lean gently and drop your hard cock so that it lines up with my wet opening. I push my knees further apart and the tip of your hard cock touches my wet hole. I gasp. You push gently and your sweet head slides into me. You hold it there and I can feel.