In fact, in all fairness, that should be “Slut!” with a capital “S.” That thought just gave me a giggle, but it is true. She has stripped nake... and sucked me off in the car, she has cum for me innumerable times as I have fingered her. She has been fucked in front of her apartment door, claimed in a very slow deliberate way at my place (please see the bitch’s story – it’s amazing! She’s a beautiful writer), and she’s been tied and forced to stand legs spread as I sucked her pussy from beneath. ' I drifted back off...but I awoke a little while latter when there was a loud clap of thunder. Startled I jumped out of my sleeping bag and into bed with Eugene, only Eugene wasn't there. Searching the room I remembered the conversation and went looking for Eugene and Wayne. The house was dark, all the lights were out. I found my way down the stairs and to the basement door. There was a weak light coming from under the door, I eased it open and slowly went down the stairs. When I reached a. I put on my stockings short skirt and sexy underwear as well as a skimpy see thru blouse feeling excited. He arrived bang on time for me and I climbed into his car. I was delighted that he was exactly how I had expected and a gentleman. We talked for a while and went into his house where he made me a cup of tea. Being married and not one to stray I felt nervous so he held me in his strong muscular arms. Then he went to kiss me and my response was to kiss him back passionately and gently, as If. Rob had sent the GPS co-ordinates of the motel room and another amazing close-up selfie of that gorgeous cock emerging from camouflage fatigue pants. Jenny was instantly wet – she could feel his hands crushing her tits before the journey even started. Rob was dressed in his c***dhood singlet again, when he flung open the motel door to Jenny. Muscles bulged like never before – he looked fabulous. Jenny was on her knees before the door even closed, sucking down great mouthfuls of that cock. Jenny.