I looked for you in the pub several times, but you seem to have been avoiding me. Was there a problem because of what happened at the dogging site?”...��Noooooo, not at all. I really loved what you did and what I did with the other men. But I am not free to come out any more. My job here doesn’t give me any free time.”“I understand” said Tom. “That’s a pity, because I would really like to meet you again.”Marie also wanted to meet Tom again, but she knew that she would not have the opportunity to go. He knew it. ‘Sascha,’ she begged. ‘Yes,’ he agreed mildly, while his fingers trailed wicked little designs against her wetness, ‘That’s my name.’ ‘Please.’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please stop torturing me,’ she mewled, feeling his digits finally moving inside of her. His lips sought out her clit before they suckled her to mindlessness. He inhaled a scent unique to her. She was lovely, every part of her. She was exquisite. And tonight, she’ll be his. Forever. He rubbed his whiskers against her. I nervously walked behind Grandma and reached my hands for her strap. Her skin felt so warm and soft, I got lost in the moment and couldn’t get the damn thing to unhook if my life depended on it. Grandma shuffled her feet a little bit towards me, but it was enough for her butt to come into contact with my engorged penis. “Watch where’s you pointing that shotgun, mister!” teased Grandma, which didn’t help me at all, making me even more nervous and unable to unhook her bra strap. I had just. He was gasping as hard as I was, I imagine trying not to cum. "you are one hot piece of ass, cunt! You also made me cum before I wanted to! Come here!"He grabbed my arm and lifted my roughly, twisting me around. I squealed as he pushed me forward until I hit the bed and then he pushed me over, bending me at the waist. He knelt behind me and forced my wet panties down. I hoped he would notice but he ran his fingers back up through my slit. "You are turned on by this bitch! Damn! You are.