She was a screamer. And a groaner. And a barker. Honestly, I would be impressed at the range of sounds she made during sex if it wasn't so annoying to...constantly hear through the wall. I knew she liked it from behind, and that she loved to be spanked. Honestly, I knew way too much about her. She also had a tendency to show up late at night for a quickie. She was always gone by the morning, but since my room is right next to the front door, I can hear her come in. I hear her fumbling with keys,. “So what about you Abby?” I laugh. “Honestly, I haven’t been with someone in over a year.” “Really?” He shakes his head. “I could never go that long without sex.” “It hasn’t exactly been a picnic in the park.” I say. “But it’s manageable.” Connor leans in closer until his lips are on my ear. “Exactly how are you managing it? Because I can smell your wet pussy from right here. How badly do you want it?” Does he mean what I think he means? Whatever the answer is I’m too horny to care right. We missed you. I'm so glad you're here. Come. We're all in the kitchen." She dragged me through the house into the back and the kitchen area.KC was sitting there looking like death warmed over. The corners of her mouth twitched because she was glad to see me, but then I might be coming to tell her that we were really through. I smiled at her and tried to put her at ease with a loving look. I reached out and squeezed one of her shoulders affectionately, and KC started to cry.I knelt beside her. Gayle found that she'd squeezed a dent into the beer can and quickly guzzled what was left. She needed a drink! She needed to get away! But this horrible dog wasn't about to let her. And when she saw him pick at the little bow that held the bikini on her hips, she squealed again and tried to stop him. She couldn't. He jerked the red string and with a toss of his head, peeled the hot nylon away from her swollen pussy. She gazed down, not surprised at the way her cunt had blossomed. And now with.