Smiling he called out “Cheese.” Mistress L opened one eyes lid and with a lazy contented smile said simply, “You bastard.” He laughed and sh... slowed her pounding heart to a healthy pace.Pulling his legs together he brought his right leg over the heaving body of the satiated woman at his feet. He then reached down and lifted her nearly limp body up onto his lap. “We can’t finish our first evening together without you getting a cock the way you say you want it worst. “ She leaned back. After Susan explained all she knew, Suzanne thought, A-ha! It's like I thought. Sweetie played hard to get for so long that Heather couldn't handle it anymore and went straight for the jugular. Or should I say the cock. I was right that she's the sort who gets what she wants, by any means necessary. This is actually a serious concern; we can't have her dropping by this house at any time, angling for another hot fuck. I'm going to have to talk to Sweetie about that!I sure hope I'm right that her. An obliging conductor had rigged the PA system in the Lounge car into an audio player and to work only in the Lounge, and a Karaoke contest had developed on the upper deck of the Sightseer. Some older black woman was currently doing a good job of singing along to one of George’s favorites: Take The ‘A’ Train. She wasn’t Ella Fitzgerald- but nobody was. Heck, chances were, nobody would ever better her.He and Jill were doing a bad job of attempting to dance with the song, stumbling around because. Faye was now on her back wearing only her thong with a topless Carla sitting on those D's holding Faye down with her weight. Carla quickly grabbed Faye's leg, locking on the back of her knee, and pinned Faye's torso to the ground with her own knee. She then grabbed at Faye's thong and looked into her eyes. Faye was fighting back, she was not about to give up. Carla was obviously going to win at any moment but Faye didn't relent. Carla had a firm grip on Faye's thong but still no surrender. Then.