’ ‘How?’ ‘Is that shirt expensive?’ ‘What, this t-shirt? No it’s just a ratty old thing I — hey!’ Before Christi finished speaking,...Hannah whipped out a pair of scissors and, with a mumbled ‘hold still,’ began making deft cuts. The sleeves and much of the sides of the black t-shirt fell away entirely, and a slashed neckline dipped down to expose a hint of Christi’s cleavage. Hannah scooped the waist of the shirt back and efficiently tied a knot behind Christi’s spine, opening up her roommate’s. Luckily, I still had my kneepads on, so I got down on my knees and started massaging his balls and licking and kissing his cock. He got hard as fast as I did, so I wrapped my lips around his cock and started tonging his cock and bobbing for all I'm worth. He sounded like he was having a great time, but I think I was having more fun, especially when I put my arms around his hips and hugged him so tight to my face that his cock was massaging my tonsils and the back of my throat. We both loved. He was some kind of sales guy - cars, couches, computers, I don't know or care. He spent a lot of time in the Admiral, but not much money. I guess he like to look, and grab, but wasn't willing to tip. Not much of a surprise that the girls hated him. He'd start off Monday with a twenty dollar bill and a clean shirt, and not change either one before the weekend.Anyway, Sam was a bit of a suck-up, so he'd try to sit near where Big Tony hung out. In a lot of bars, there's one corner where the. Take it easy, Miss Lisa. You got all night. You’ll be a start employee,” Robert said.“I can’t believe, I can’t believe how fat it is,” I said, struggling to breath as his cock stretched me out.“Mmhmm, made for stretching white pussy.”He was finally all the way in. I was shaking, my pussy was shaking, I’ve never cum like that before – simply from being penetrated.“Ah yeah, work that body now,” he slapped my ass again. “Cum on that cock. Cum like you don’t cum on your husband’s.”“No. I do.