I was in a T-shirt that time. I removed it immediately. She askedme the reason. I gave a silly reason saying that if any dust falls whileremoving the ...-shirt will be spoiled.Sheasked me to lift. I bent down and hugged her from below the buttocks and liftedher slowly. My lips are exactly infront of her navel. When she removedeverything from there, she asked me to bring her down. I told her to check ifshe removed everything from there. While doing so, air from my mouth touchedher navel and I knew. I had intended doing just that to achieve a second erection I muse as I ogle her dimple free arse and magnificent well-formed thighs as she stands, legs akimbo to flaunt it for me.“I love a good arse and kissing and licking it, it is one of my favourite turn-ons,” I whisper as I do just that while Joanna watches jealously.“You always were a bitch and tried to have our men all for yourself,” Joanne hisses, “Look at the size of his cock already.”“My arse is as good as yours, though not as. It may have been the residual frustration still residing in me from two unsuccessful days of trading. It may have been the frustration of the drive home. It even may have been frustration at not having her with me every minute of every day. I didn't know, but when Cassie told me she was skipping practice I lost my temper. It infuriated me that she'd sacrifice something important to her just to be with me. I should have been happy, elated. I wasn't."Get dressed," I said with a light slap of her. Yet I smile a perverse smile at you and grab that pocket knife again, using it to release your legs and arms as I grab your smaller body and flip you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I position myself behind you, my legs pressed to your own, my cock sliding up and down your lips, the tip pressing in then pulling back out, sliding across your clit and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me "JUST FUCK ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" and as you scream my cock slides right back.