“Oh yes” he said “like mother like daughter. Now tell me what you want”.Chelsea remembered the scene in her parent’s bedroom. She knew what ...alter wanted to hear. Fuck me Walter” she said “give that big black cock to me. Fuck me like the slut I am. Don’t stop until you fill my cunt with your cum”. Walter threw her onto the bed. He aimed his cock and slid it carefully into Chelsea’s virgin pussy. “Oh shit” cried Chelsea “your cock is so big. I can’t take it all” but moments later Walter’s cock. There was a momentary lull. Ingrid broke it. "So... What's the plan?" Cindy took a sip of her drink. "Well, the concert's not for another four hours. And we still have a question to answer: What are you willing to do for these tickets?" As she said this, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled the tickets out. She stepped closer to Ingrid and continued, "Let's find out. Take off your shirt." Ingrid blinked, her mind a blank. Cindy stared expectantly. Ingrid started to blush. She took a. Silently she rode the vibrator as I could only watch, occasionally she reached down and tugged at my nipples or ran her hands over my body but she was less interested in my pleasure as she became more aroused. At last she stopped and stepped off me, pulling the toy from my mouth and holding it to her pussy, circling her clit and forcing me to watch her as she reached an orgasm. I lay thrusting into nothing as she came, her face a silent mask of pleasure, her climax tearing through her body as. “Peachy, I'm going to head to my apartment first, then I'll come get you,” she said. I danced around my apartment after I hung up. Even though I had reservations about our romance, I felt so giddy about seeing her. I fantasized about what sort of kinky things she had planned. So far she had used handcuffs, whips, collars and leashes, a vibrator and a strap on to our love making. After so many boring boyfriends she made sex fun for me again. Miss Morgan was experienced and so far had not let me.