"Nice," Braswell agreed. "The bastard obviously has money." I don't think he owns the place, though. There's a small real estate rental sign over ther...," Carlson commented as Braswell shut the engine off.The two sat checking out the house for a moment. Carlson looked over at Braswell. "We gonna tap those pussies, Boss?"Braswell hesitated, then, "I've been thinking about that. I got the impression that this job could be a regular thing. He wants virgins. I sure would love to tap that. ... she stares into his eyes, her hand grabs his, she lays on her back and she glides his hand to her smooth pussy, then releases his hand, his fingers stroke the silky skin, his still looking unto her eyes, her hand glide over the sheet, to find his cock, its moist tip dripping precum. his finger stroke her soft skin , her lips swell slowly as the sexual tension heightens, she smells of light musk, she is so turned on by his touch, his eyes fixated on hers, slowly he leans in towards her, his. His other hand darts down and grabs your pussy through the dress. Your mound is soft like a juicy ripe fruit in his hand, and you realize that you are so wet by now that you are going to have a big wet spot on the front of your dress. You grind your hips against his hand, not caring about anything anymore. The kiss is over, and you come up for air, gasping. The tall guy grabs your hair at the back of your neck and pulls, making you tilt your head back. He bends down and licks your exposed neck. "No Baby!... Please don't!... Not today on his birthday!" I begged. But it was of no use. Before I finished uttering the words, I felt the tip of his cock head touch my pussy lips. They were wet and slick from the orgasms I had just endured and began to stretch over the tip of his hard monster. I tried to wiggle my hips, so as to mess up the alignment of his cock to my dripping hole, but to no avail. Mike shifted his grip from under my ass and wrapped both his hands firmly around each of my.