She stood by the table, which was set for dinner and illuminated with several different sized candles. When she saw him smile, she started walking tow...rds him. He looked her over, taking stock of her appearance. Dressed as he preferred, she wore a black and white sleeveless blouse, showing just a hint of cleavage, the halter type collar disappearing under her long hair. Her waist length hair hung straight down her back where it reached her waist. The black skirt, stockings, and heels enhanced. I cant beleive whats happening.you kind of frog march me over to the kitchen table and turn around...i knew it was you son you say as you lift your skirt...eat my cunt right now and get your cock out for mommy its your lucky day.with that you lean back on the table and offer me your wet shaved pussy,i hear how wet it is as you open your legs.i could cum right now at the sight before me.i go down on you and you simply flop back on the table and fish your tits out of your bra and tweak your. “I like big men,"I simper. My sharp fingernails stab his flesh.“Fuck you," he grunts and slaps my hand away.I grope his cock through his pants and am thrilled that it feels quite large. Before he can hit me again I whisper, “Meet me outside." I lick my lips suggestively and walk quickly away. Passing the counter, Jake mutters a warning to me. Something about the guy being crazy. I'm sure Jake would think I'm even crazier if he knew how much I wanted, needed actually, to submit to a brutal and. And no, Woody wasn't my lover. He's a dear friend that likes to look after 'his little girl'. Of course, he's got a few dozen little girls to look after, and a couple of them are old enough to be his mother." Don't worry. I can hear those dirty thoughts percolating through your dirty little mind, picturing all sorts of dirty little scenes. Woody is the maintenance man for the apartment complex I live in. He considers every woman in there, regardless of age or looks, his little girl. And yes,.