She mumbles a few words down the phone and then slams it down.‘Someone will see.’ She breathes.I know her well enough to know that this fact turns...her on all the more. Despite all she knows about the consequences, here and now, with my fingers sliding into her, she doesn’t care. In fact, she wants to be seen. I can tell by the way she moans. She wants someone to witness what I do to her.I run my free hand up the side of her body until I reach her neck. I wrap my hand around her throat as I. ..I asked for it and I'm getting it. It's just what I deserve."Wipe," he orders and my hand moves immediately to my dripping pussy. I'm delirious with shame and excitement. I'm blushing so much I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks and I'm sweating."Have you learned your lesson?"I wish I could think of something clever to say to hide my embarrassment but I can't; instead I get up and deliver a stinging, wet slap to his handsome, smug face.I quickly get back into position and say "Two. Then the shirt cleared her breasts, covering her head briefly before coming off, which let her golden locks drop to frame her almond-shaped eyes again. She took a deep breath, which made her breasts seem to move toward him as they rose.It turned out those nipples were dark green.It's understandable that Bob's recollection of the next few hours was less than crystal clear. A lot had happened to him, after all. Enough had happened, in fact, not to mention the nature of those happenings, that one. They left no stone unturned including what was between my legs. That’s when my doctor told me my balls were too small. ‘Funny, they work just fine, doc!’ But he said if they weren’t fixed I could get an infection. In fact it could become gangrene. ‘That can’t be good!’ Turns out the surgery was no big deal. That summer it was like having a second puberty. My voice got deeper and my beard got thicker and my erections boardered on cosmic. One morning my penis was bursting out of my shorts. As.