. almost like the big cock that was beginning to become uncomfortable under his tight jeans. Since he found the young girl very attractive anyways . ..... he thought he would have some fun with her on the phone. "Are your parents’ home?" he asked, wanting to make sure no one would anonymously pick up the phone during their conversation. "Nope. Pretty sure they went shopping . . . at least that's what they said last night before I went to bed. Why?" she asked enjoying the conversation, especially. It made me smile inside. She was by no means the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and I knew how she loved to sing. It was a good indicator of her mood, the way her voice sounded and the gusto with which she performed.I looked up, staring into space, as I thought of her in the shower, singing at the top of her lungs as she washed her hair. Her eyes closed, fingers massaging the foamy mop on top of her head. Her raised arms lifting her breasts, showing them at their very. “FUCK ME HARDER,” she screamed as she squeezed her shaking tits together. He obliged by picking up the pace ramming hard slapping his nuts against her ass again and again. Her stomach and thighs continued bouncing violently in time with his dick. Finally she went over the edge as she exploded into another orgasm. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his cock. His throb caused more convulsions through her body as she shook uncontrollably. OH FUCK, I AM CUMMING AGAIN,” she screamed unable to. ‘I’m thinking of breaking up with Tracy.’ ‘Misha, you kidding! She’s lovely, and you both seem so good together.’ ‘The spark is just not there.’ ‘What spark? What do you want? She’s a sweet girl. Uncomplicated and nice. What are you looking for?’ ‘I don’t know. I just know Tracy’s not it.’ ‘You want Suzanne don’t you?…. Misha she was bad news for you…..Stop hankering over her, she’s gone. It’s finished. Let go and move on.’ ‘I have moved on John. But I know Tracy is just not the one, and it.