.friendly person in the band. "I just wish there was something I could do to make you feel better." She whispers seductively as her hand inches close... to my growing erection. I hear her giggle softly as she starts to trace the outline of my cock in my gym shorts. My mind is racing as I feel her cold hands slide under my waist band. Her fingers wrap around my hard member and she begins to tug softly. A quite moan escapes from my mouth as Kayla starts to pick up her pace, squeezing me tighter. . I took them down and off, saying I want this so bad.Turning her away from me I put her face down on the couch on her knees. I asked her if she wanted to be taken and she said please make me cum I don't care how you do it! I reached under her and put my fingers over her clit and started to rub and I took my other hand and grabbed her ass hard and started to lick and open it with my tongue. I put my thumb up to the bottom of her tight pink asshole and started to slowly fuck it with the tip of my. Mack was dark, a little taller than John and had a gentle, easy-going manner. His actual name was Mike, but his initials were MAC and we all just ended up calling him Mack. It probably stuck, because his smooth manner made him very popular with women, and he often had a new one in tow, so we teased him about that regularly, calling him a Mack. He was as cool with that as he was with everything.John was in many ways Mack’s antithesis. He still had a smidgeon of boyish awkwardness, but that gave. “I love the feeling of your fingers inside my…my ass. Have you ever had your penis inside a woman’s…asshole? Have you ever ‘ass-fucked’ a woman? Oh Daddy, will you ass-fuck me?”Mortified by the shameless debauchery of her brazen request, Angela’s face reddened in embarrassment. To conceal her discomfiture, she hit it ‘play’ button on the DVD remote and buried her head against her father’s chest. The blaring, stereophonic sounds of “Who’s Your Daddy?” drowned out any spoken reply the man.