His balls were slapping against my chin and i was drooling all over his big cock as he kept fucking my mouth. He kept calling me a nasty little bitch,...a cumslut, a dirty cock whore, And i kept moaning mmmhmmm as he face fucked me.Then he pulled his cock out of mouth and noticed i was fingering myself. He asked if i wanted his cock in me instead and i was very quick to say yes. I stood up and bent over the end of my bed, and he got behind me and after putting on a condom he slipped inside of me. One hot July day I was out riding my bike through the local woodland when I spotted a washing line full of panties, bras and stockings, being on the edge of town there was no other houses close by so I rode past then parked up my bike and made my way back to look if anybody was around. I must have sat for 15-20 minutes looking at the house and seeing no movement I decided to see what I could steal, I pushed open the back gate and went to see what was on the line, I thought I had dies and gone. ”“Jennie will be out in a minute. She’s getting changed now. I came to say goodnight to Mrs. White and to you.”“She’s getting changed too and should be out in a bit. We could chat for a few minutes while we’re waiting. That is, if you would like to.”“Of course. Actually, I was hoping that you would be alone. I was afraid that your wife would think that my nightgown is a little risqué and want me to put a robe on over it.”“I don’t think so. She doesn’t seem to notice very much after she takes. No sign of her. Then an older waitress with a bleach blonde beehive hairstyle asks, “ You play in that band across the street, don’t ya? The bass player?” He shakes his head yes still out of breath. The vintage waitress cracks on her gum, reaches in her pocket, pulls out a sticky note in the shape of a red heart. “ This is for you,” she says, winks, and walks away. I’m across the square. 3rd floor.-TEven though its only across a small courtyard that everyone calls the square, it felt like.