. You get wetter, and wetter it seems... because once in a while when the traffic passes and the street quiets down... I can hear the wet sloppy noise...your pussy makes as I hand fuck you in and out.... harder now.... almost lifting you up with each thrust.... I put my mouth close behind your left ear.... and lick the tip of your earlobe... saying to you " Isn't this nice? getting hand fucked on your way home from the office".... your hands grab against my leg... almost scratching not letting. It was actually quite a good feeling. almost motherly I would think.I was almost sad when they began to stir several hours later. "Good morning," I whispered to Sylvia who was the first to move. How about a cup of coffee while sleeping beauty here finishes his nap," I suggested."Of course, You make the best coffee,"Sylvia admitted. Before she left the bed, she lifted my hand, then lowered it onto one of her breasts. It was soft and warm."You do know that you are an awful tease," I whispered to. Iclosed my eyes and with my full force I sliced his balls and dick off. He wentout of control and screaming, but I covered his head with a pillow. There wasblood everywhere. I managed to take his cock and balls and put them in thetowel with the ice, wrapped the towel carefully and put the towel in my schoolbag.He was finally out of breath and dead, so I tiptoed out of the room and leftfor my room at the orphanage. It was about 7pm and no one said anything tome when I walked in. I put the man's. "She got fucked by our doorman Charlesthis morning, and she blew the cab driver on the way here. That paidfor our whole fare, didn't it, sweetie?"Celia gently patted the head of Natasha, who was now beaming proudly. Itried to keep up my anger at him, but became distracted when I thoughtof his big, juicy lips wrapped around a cock less than thirty minutesbefore. When I remembered that I had been kissing those same lips, mymouth began to water."Yes," Celia continued. "We gave up those cum.