She knew she was fortunate as she opened the back door to a beautiful, warm, spring morning. Her uncle owned the house where she lived, so she didn’... have to worry about an eviction for unpaid rent. She was reasonably secure, where so many weren’t. It didn’t stop the nagging feeling that writing felt like a job now, rather than a welcome diversion. The bright sunlight and musical tinkling of her fairy-themed wind chime weren’t enough to lessen that feeling of drudgery.Nevertheless, she sat. It was a perfect song for hot sweaty tight slow dances. When she and John danced to it, her nipples were hard, her legs were around his and her chest flush with desire. I could see her pressing her body into his and her breasts onto his chest. John would press his erection into her. It always got me hard watching them dance. When I danced with her I'd press my erection on her mound and whisper to her how I loved our sexy life. Carol was a favorite of the house band. She always made sure they. Smith has a big dick," she said, and wondered why she brought that up.Debbie chuckled. "I heard that, too." Do you think it's true?" I hope so," Debbie said with a sigh. "I'd like to see it up close, to make sure." How close?" Pam turned to look at Debbie."This close." Debbie held the end of the brush up to her open mouth like a microphone. They both laughed."Would you suck it if you saw it that close?" Hell, yes," Debbie said, and they laughed again."Would you let Mr. Smith come on your. Silent tears coursed down the sides of her face and into the tousled mane of hair as her lover slowly ceased to shudder. With a final release Peter emptied the last of his seed deep within Cynthia’s womb. Tender fingers played with her hair and as Peter stroked her cheek he discovered the wet track left by her tears. “Cyn, baby, are you cryin? Oh fuck did I hurt you honey? I knew this was a bad idea. I’m not cut out for this punishment thing,” Peter reared back, his frantic hands searching.