" Maybe she's not home." Now her nipples were erect and throbbing. He gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of pleasure from her. "Why don't yo... go up and check?"Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh god, she prayed, don't be home, Staci! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check."Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?" For you," he said softly. "For you I can do anything."She waited while he parked the. They had seen it all. He was yelling after me as I worked my way up the shoreline. I struggled to slip on some shorts and a top as I climbed up the cliff face along the trail. In ten minutes I was at the motel and packing.Coming out of the shower, Tricia stopped and stared at me. She was wrapped in a large towel. I was packing my few things in the old suitcase I had to use. It had been my father's at one time. Now it was mine. I didn't have a lot to go into it. I was wearing some cutoffs, a. My spit had seemed to help, I could feel in amazement the head of my dick slowly entering him. We moaned at the same time, Fred had his eyes closed while mine were wide open, watching my cock slowly disappear inside him. I was fully in, Fred looked down at me, eyes now open, face flushed and slightly sweaty, and he slowly moved himself up….and gradually down, increasing in speed until I was fucking his tight arse on my bed. Fred loved it, he started whispering at me to shag me faster. I. Hank said to her, "You are not going to tell anyone about this, right!?" Amy just started crying even more, so Hank touched her, with the prod, again and again. He did this 10 times before Amy finally said that she would not tell anyone about what they had done. Hank said to her, "I want you to come back tomorrow, so we can do this again. OK? You got that, you little-fucking-slut-whore-bitch!?" Amy said, "Yes, I will come back, because I am a little-fucking-slut-whore-bitch. Hank walked away,.