" I know Ray, I know. And I'm sorry too, it's just that I don't want to do the things you want to do."I pulled her towards me and hugged her then bent...my head down and kissed her sweet lips. She responded back kissing me and once again her hand fell down to my jeans and she rubbed her fingers up and down on my cloth covered cock. I was as hard as a rock and thought that maybe she would at least give me a hand job for a birthday present. I reached down and unzipped my jeans and fished inside and. I am certainly no expert on pussies having had limited experience at best, but I do know how to surf the ‘Net and I have seen pictures of a great many of them; from the average girl to the hottest big name porn stars. But in all of my experience, I had never seen a pussy as beautiful and as tantalizing as the one I faced now.Becky’s pussy was pink, and glistening with her sweet nectar oozing out. It smelled heavenly and it pulses with anticipation. Such an inviting and welcoming place I had. "It's Bill. Believe it or not, I don't even know his last name. He never said, or if he did, I didn't catch it. I have his phone number and he has mine, as well as my address."Joan continued to bubble all the way back home. When they were met by Bill and Fred with the limousine and Joan was driven home, she said, "This is absolutely the perfect ending to a perfect trip! My God, what will the neighbors think — being taken home in a limousine." She kissed Ali on the cheek and ran in ahead of Fred. I was about to call out “hello” when I heard voices coming from the kitchen. These were the gardeners I could hear. As I slowly approached the slightly ajar door through to the kitchen I immediately stopped and carefully gazed through. To my astonishment there was Mrs Brooking fully clothed tied face down on her kitchen table. Her legs were tied one to each corner as were her hands by rope rom the landscaper’s vehicle. The gardeners, three of them were stood around the table casually drinking.
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