She just lay there and got fucked. A particularly well hung gentleman took great pleasure in fucking Carrie, but he insisted on wearing a scarf acros... his face. Carrie didn’t even look at his face, but he seemed anxious not to be recognized. He had explained to the woman, when he first saw Carrie, that she had been his student in high school Civics a month ago. Sam didn’t mind the mask, as Joe concentrated on close-ups of the huge prick sliding in and out. For the first time, Carrie. She smiled as she took the lid off the jar of mustard and poked a finger in, the bright yellow condiment contrasting with the cherry red of her nail polish. She smirked as she wrapped her tongue around her erect finger, tasting the sharpness of the substance."It's nothing like as hot as English mustard of course, but I find its application to sensitive parts is quite satisfactory for the purpose. You'll find it sweetly irritating as you can't wipe it away, and I so love the taste, so I hope you. Except that I suck at reading women and thus I don't know when it's time to bail out. And I'm telling this penis joke when we're alone, in the park downtown, at night. Could I have been any more skeezy?So she suddenly stands up. Furious. Hands on her hips and everything."I swear to God," she said, "you men are all alike! It's always about that thing in your pants!"Guilty as charged.Then she said something weird. At the time I thought maybe she pitied me.Now I realize she was cursing me. As in,. I cradled her head in my hands, my fingers slid softly through her lustrous red hair. The warmth of her hand pressed against my heart, she would feel my inner reaction. With the swell of a moan, her soft lips submitted to me once more.Instinctively, it felt right to let her go. With her lips pouting ready to receive another kiss, her eyes were still closed. I watched her for a moment, her eyelids lifted and a smile slowly formed.She purred a little, “Mmmm, bon.”I shrugged and reciprocated her.