I wanted to watch her watching me; to see her smile and her eyes brighten until she climaxed. Unless she was the finest actress on the Net, her arousa... and growing climax were genuine. “Watch me. I am watchng you. Are you touching yourself, too? I know you are.” Her voice and gestures were amused and provocative, dirty and sensual in a symphony of sincere and very horny sexual submission. “Just imagine. My mouth, my lips, my tongue. Licking you. Up and down, then leaving a wet trail across. “And yours?”“Tabitha,” she says.“Well, Tabitha, I think you are being very naughty and naughtiness comes reward,” he says, grinning like a predator.“And your wife is cool with that?” she asks.“She will be when she sees me lift up your skirt and tap that from behind,” he offers. “Running around without panties only makes you fair game.”“You’ll do no such thing,” the girl gasps.Reese winks at her. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun,” he assures her. “While you’re playing you can decide if you. I kept up this intensity until I felt the beginning effects of an orgasm take place. I pulled out of her cunt to avoid the inevitable while eying her puckered star. I knew where I was going next. Question is, did she? I dipped two fingers into her pussy and worked them around her inner walls to get them nice and lubed up. I pulled my soaking fingers out of her cunt and began rubbing it over her pink rosebud. I applied more pressure until my index finger penetrated her ass, causing her anal. ’ She said. ‘So the only reason you’re not here is because you’re not dressed up?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, pretty much.’ She answered. ‘I look like crap. I have been at the park with them all morning. My hair is a mess, I don’t have any makeup on, I’m dressed in just whatever. You deserve better than that.’ ‘You want to talk about what I deserve?’ I asked. ‘What I deserve is to see you. Makeup, or not. Hair done or not. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way you look, but it’s more than that. I want to see.