She saw my still rock hard cock at amazement. "your still hard? You mean you can keep going?" a smiled at her as I now picked her up and pushed her on...o her knees on the couch. Her hands grasped the sofa back waiting for my cock to enter her dripping wet pussy. It entered so quick and easily that it was like a hot knife through butter. I pounded her back and forth. Ever so often I would slap her ask and she would scream with please, then after 10 or so minutes she wanted me to pull her hair.. Her eyes still closed, she felt her hand being dragged cruelly up out of her pants and curled around the warm shaft of another man. Opening her eyes, she glared up at Crawford. This wasn’t part of the deal. Without someone on lookout they were all in danger. In her state of befuddled arousal though, Maria decided it would probably be faster to finish off this second scoundrel than to argue the point. Begrudgingly she began to tug at his semi-hard dick, then adjusted herself on the slick floors,. Did you just say yes?" No. I said hell, yes." We'll be there at noon."We had one more prep class for Foods and then we got all our dishes assigned. Everyone had to know exactly what he or she needed because there'd be no time to run back to the school for dishes if someone miscounted the number of bowls needed or didn't have a mixer or something. There are a lot of clubs in the county, so each one could only have three compete in each category. Red, Shorty, and Checkers were our demo queens. I. I grabbed a cab, gave the driver the name of my next attempt and sat back and smiled. It’s good to test the skills sometimes. The next bar was a wash out. It was a University night out for a group of baby dykes and to be frank that wasn’t my idea of fun at all. More likely get puked on than fucked. When all else fails, go to Ernie’s. Ernie, more properly Ernestine Drummond but nobody calls her that, runs an understanding little bar for dykes down near the racecourse. Understanding because she.