When the "G" left to take Brian home, we all missed his energy, happy-go-lucky personality, and playfulness. Beth Ann rode back with him to take him c...othes shopping. He was outgrowing everything. I even gave him a bunch my clothes that I rarely wore, which he loved, because he thought my clothes were a big part of getting so many women to want to be with me.Like everything, this leisure came to an abrupt end when my special phone rang.It was the Judge. "Carl, Hussein looks like he's getting. Ek bhi dag nehi he chut me. Me dekhte hi tut pada. Or uski chut ko kis kiya. Uski chut puri gili ho geyi thi. Usko table k pas khada kar k piche se uski chut se lekar gand tak chat te geye . Kuch der k bad usne palti or mujhe pura nangha kardiya. Mera lund dekh k khus hogeyi or boli wow janu kitni achi lund he tumhara. Ache se chodoge na mujhe? Me bolo dekho may kayse chodta hu. Mera lund 7 inch ka he. Ye kehte hi usne mera lund ko hilane lagi. Or muh se seeeee ufffffff yesssssss ki awaz karne. "So I'll be walking two steps behind you the whole time. Enjoying theview!" he sleazes."Men!" I scold. "You all think exactly the same."It was true. Kevin Moore had a lot more in common with Alex Turnerthan I do. Yet I used to be him. How oddly ludicrous.Furthermore, how could I be indignant?If my husband wanted to admire my bum, made all the more shapely byblack tights, how could I deny him, when I used to enjoy doing thevery same thing?I was caught in a double standard I suppose."Anyway." I. I rotated his fingers a little until I felt them on my g-spot and began to guide his movements again. “You’re teasing my g-spot now Rob.” “It feels so good. Keep teasing it hard and you’ll make me cum,” Once I thought he was confident enough with what he was doing, I released his hand and went back to stroking his cock, finding the same rhythm he was using to tease my g-spot. I was dripping wet, feeling juices dribble down my thigh and was starting to moan as my hips and body writhed in.