’ The smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat and he leaned forward, kissing her again and pushing his finger deeper into her until he was knuc...le deep in her creamy hole. Cassia came again, gripping his shoulders and sucking his tongue into her mouth. ‘Oh, Withers.’ He pulled back and stared into her warm eyes. ‘My name is Peter.’ ‘Peter.’ The word rolled off her tongue softly and she touched his weathered cheek, tracing a scar that laid there. ‘It’s my turn.’ Withers didn’t know what she. She said, “I am craving some cock right now”. I told her, “You know you can trust me, I’m not going to tell anyone. Are you going to go without dick for the rest of your life? You can’t get dick at home. She said, “You know - you’re right! All the crap I put up with at home and he don’t even try to fuck me or even lick my pussy”. She continued saying, “I deserve to get fuck! I’m a good girl and I take care of everyone else’s needs, but no one is taking care of my needs and I need to get. ”“It would be a real steal, Lord!” added Sharley.“What makes it a real steal and why does it need work? Why am I suddenly suspicious?”“Because you are smart,” answered Dakota. “That doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea.” Jack looked at her thoughtfully and the blonde continued. “The property is large enough and the house is big enough for all of us, but it is unbelievably tacky!”Jack raised an eyebrow at that and looked at Sharley, who was nodding. “It was originally purchased and built by a Mexican. It soon became apparent that Rosie was offering me the chance to give her a massage. As most of her butt wasn’t covered by the skimpy bikini, I guess that needed oiling too and by now my swim shorts were barely hiding a growing bulge. Why didn’t Rosie ask for a massage in our hotel room instead in view of everyone? Finally I was almost finished, working my way down her trim but muscled legs, to her petite feet. I screwed the bottle cap back on with great relief. ‘Do you want to have me in.