’ ‘Oh? And the rest of me doesn’t come up to scratch then?’ she asked, pouting and pretending to be cross. She pushed closer to him, lightly s...ueezing her breasts against him. He laughed and said, ‘You really are a very bad girl.’ ‘You know what they say – when I’m bad, I’m very bad. How often do you shag Marcia?’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ he said, feigning shock. ‘Let me put it another way – how often do you put this gorgeous protrusion which is pressing into my tummy, into your wife?’ ‘She has no. There were four of them and two already had Susan and were cutting her clothes off. When I came around the corner, the other two were waiting for me.I suppose that I could have handled things differently, but from what I know now, it wouldn't have made a difference. Both guys had knives. One of them almost got me right off the bat, but I managed to get out of the way. Then things got serious. They knew what they were doing. I could tell that they were street brawlers - guys that love to fight. Standing up in nothing but her bra and her underwear, Gemma strutted over to the set of drawers. She pulled the big oak top drawer out and fetched her big black dildo. It was sized at twelve inches. A foot long. It was one of her favorite toys to keep herself going. ‘It’s not a man… But it will do…’ Gemma though to herself as she sat back on the bed. Pulling herself to the middle of the bed, she lay on her back and spread her legs. Her hand ran from her stomach up to her left breast. While it. I smile at you and let a:“Mmmmm, yummy,” out between my lips as I smack them, conveying just how tasty your young pussy is.I kiss you on your lips and gently bring you down onto the floor between my legs. Your long slim fingered hands are squeezing my things and softly raking them with your fingernails, a moan escapes between my lips and my head bends backwards, looking skywards, your teeth are lowering over my crotch and with them you pull my zipper down. My aching erection is finally freed of.