When I got his shorts down to his knees, I looked straight ahead. His cock was there, right in front of me. I smelled his man smell, a smell that I ha... never smelled from me. I liked it. I reached up with both hands, and I explored it. I was amazed at how the satiny smooth skin seemed to float across a rod of iron just below the surface. It was really hard, and I, as his girl, had made it that way. I felt flattered.I gently masturbated him for a long few moments. I was amazed that I was doing. I close and lock the door and flip the radio on. We get on the bed and kick off our shoes. You even have pretty feet, and God, those softly tanned legs...! You're wearing well-worn cutoffs today, a concession to the heat outside. They fit with never a wrinkle, outlining your tight ass, terminating in a soft fringe where the denim is slowly giving up the ghost.It takes us a minute to get arranged on the bed to our comfort - then we surge into each others' arms again. Our mouths meet hungrily,. Lonnie's own helpless mind had come to the brutal conclusion that nothing mattered anymore except to get the night's lewd ordeal over with as fast as possible for her husband and her daughter's sake, and she had taken deep shuddering breaths as she mentally promised what she would do. With each faltering step on the narrow, steep back staircase leading to the room above the stage, the tortured wife of Roger Carmel had set her mind into a single vow that while she would awaken tomorrow. Hes gonna break up with me and leave, I just know it. I know he wont, but Ill tell ya what. If he doesnt cook you, then Ill cook you myself, ok? Ok… After talking for a few more minutes, we hear Marks car park outside. He knocks, and John lets him in. Let me guess. That girl you talked to actually showed up this time and youve got her on that grill. I dont even have her undressed yet, actually., he gestures towards me with his hand. Hi, Mark. Sarah? For real? This better not be some kinda.