I wonder how many others have blown him in that parking lot….I have got to write this damn essay now and I have no ideas. I’d better go.” “No,...wait. I think I still have the one I wrote. Yeah, here it is. I’ll email you.” “Thanks! You know, I’ve known you all these years and had no idea how big a slut you were.” “I can say the same thing, bitch. See you at 11:00 or so.” It only took Susan about 40 minutes to change some stuff around on Dawn’s essay to make it look like it was hers. She so. You joined me in the kitchen as I began to fill our guests' bowls, pressed up against my back. “Fuck, that smells good.” You murmured, dragging your hand down the side of my hip. “I know.” I smirked, ladling a spoonful of alfredo sauce onto a serving of pasta. “It's a good holiday food. Plus, I know you like it, so.” I turned around, a bowl in each of my hands, and smiled up at you. “Now, give me a hand, yeah?” I requested, tilting my head up to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You kept your. Feeling a little wicked I even rouged my nipples just a bit. Today was the annual town 4th of July picnic and Tom had invited me. I had wanted Tom for so very long, all the girls did. Finely chiseled with a boyish smile, and chief of the local volunteer fire department at 37. Many a fireman fantasy had starred that gorgeous man, I’d bet. I know mine had. I finished primping and went out to dress. A soft butter yellow demi-cup bra and a matching thong covered the important part then a nice. She sucked him slowly and lightly, making his hard cock harder and his weak knees weaker.“Is this what you wanted, sir?” she paused to ask.“Yes, baby,” he said between ragged breaths.For a few minutes more, she alternated between slowly sucking on him and aggressively bobbing. One moment, she would cup his testicles, the next, she would tickle them lightly. Growing weaker, Carl leaned against the wall behind him. Growing bolder and hungrier, Monica tucked one hand between her legs and rubbed.