..”He whispered into my ear, as he pinched my hardened nipples.He was making me incredibly hot and I was starting to moan a bit. Davon pressed his h...ps close to my buttocks and I could feel his hard erection pushing between my crack. I was ready for him now, my cunt was soaking wet and my asshole was still very stretched.My lust for his cock was growing by the second. My both holes were sore after enduring Jerome’s cock; but I wanted even more.“Do not be scared, bitch… you can take it up your. This story is not based this song – its storyline existed before I decided on the title – but I hope the song, in the back of my mind, somehow added to the atmosphere. All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blablabla… ***** Of course, it had taken longer than expected – doesn’t it always take longer, when you are looking forward to something important? Things will. She pulled one of my legs under her skirt, pushing my smelly foot against her exposed pussy. She was really horny for some reason. I wondered what would happen if one of my parents looked back, catching me stroking my penis and pushing my leg under my sister’s skirt!I pressed on her pussy with my heel, causing her face to turn red with excitement. Then, i wriggled my toes between her thighs, catching her hard knobby clit between my toes. She bit her lips when i pressed it between my toes. I. "He'll be back Wednesday morning and we should have everything signed and sealed before Jacky gets here. We'll see what the surveyor ends up with tomorrow."I got myself coffee and sat down. "I'm not even certain what a surveyor does these days. I'm sure they don't carry a theodolite and a two-metre pole. Is his name Ferdinand Rudolf Hassler? Is he Swiss?" Is that a joke?" Sorry. Hassler was a Swiss hired by Thomas Jefferson to survey the US." Oh. I knew we shouldn't send you to the uni. No, I.