“I can come again?” “Yes; do it. Make it dirty, little slut. I know how you are. Filthy. My slutty little girl.” She yells into the pillow and...comes again, but it’s quick and not enough. I want a gush, want to feel it drip down my thighs. I lean back and shove my fingers in, start working her g-spot and her clit between two fingers and my thumb, still pressing her back down into the bed. “Don’t stop, do it again. You like it nasty, let’s have it.” She twists and writhes, moans and yells out. I. He was an older man, maybe in his early forties, with jet black hair, but was starting to bald on top and a beard. I assumed he was the owner of the store.He asked in a very strong accent, if I needed any help. I asked him if he had a belt that might go with my new outfit. He led me down one side of the shop where there was a range of leather belts and asked me to choose a belt buckle to go with it. He also went and got me some black woolen socks with a red dragon on the side. After making my. Physically, the two couldn’t have been much more different. Amanda was 5’6, 110 pounds with medium-length brown hair that she wore both up and down, depending on the day. Many believed her hazel eyes to be her best physical quality, and she always made eye contact when speaking. She had 34c breasts, but kept them hidden underneath her always-conservative dress. Her legs were smooth and tanned from being outdoors so often. Amanda’s face was unique. She had bigger cheeks than the average girl and. He turned and looked at me, I guessed noticing that my top had ridden up around my neck and exposed my breasts but continued to stride purposefully into the bathroom. Feeling idle, I lay on my back and a minute later Rob returned from the bathroom, going to his bed, where he sat down. He was wearing a pair of dark blue boxer shorts, which as he sat down, pulled off unceremoniously to leave him naked. We had seen each other nude on countless occasions and thought nothing of it. On this occasion.