Maine kaha ki tum tension mat lo ye sab main dekh lunga aage kya karna hai. To wo boli ki uski ek frnd hai jo single hai jisse wo kehgi wo uske sath s...t ho jayegi. Wo bi bahut intejar kar rahi hai ki koi acha sa uska bi boy frnd ho. To maine kaha ki mujhe nahi karni tum uski kissi aur se karva dena. To wo boli ki tumhe kya problem hai tum karlo uske sath nahi to na jaane kaisa milega usko usne mujhe par bahut pressure dala. Aur kai din tak dalti rahi ki kar le uske sath. Fir wo boli ki ek bar. Dennis buried his dick into Chelsea as she gushed with juices. He stopped trying to rub the upper wall of her pussy at an angle, bent himself down low, and started firing into her furiously. Chelsea tentatively stretched out her arms and began heaping leaves on top of them. Her whole body seemed so tensed with pleasure that her control over her arms looked like that of an infant. Dennis felt the leaves close in on them as Chelsea did her best to cover them. He didn’t care that they were still. ”“Anytime you want, Riley,” I said.“I’m going to count on that,” she replied.We were interrupted by a small voice from the door. “Excuse me; is this Mr. Hamar’s room?” We looked over at the door and little Billie was sitting there in a wheelchair pushed by her mother.“If it’s not convenient, we’ll come back some other time,” Wanda said.“No, no,” I answered. “Come in. Billie, this is my partner, Deb Riley. Deb, this is Billie and Wanda Martin. It’s good to see you Billie.”“Nice to meet you,. But the first time was with Tracey. As before, I have neither the desire or need to invent things that didn't happen so I'll tell it how it was. And there's no nice way to say it but Tracey was the village slapper! I don't know if every village or small town has one, but my mine definitely did. She wasn't exactly a regular in my local pub but she did pop in every now and then and I had spent time talking to her on a few occasions, without seeing any clear signs that she was as predatory as I.