”“I called your mother and asked casually how her day had been Sunday, and she said it had been fine, that you had taken the car to go do some sho...ping.”“You’ve been checking up on me?” said Wendy hotly.“You’re lying to me?” said Danny. They glared at each other for a moment. “I thought the story was such an incredible coincidence I thought it justified checking out a few details.”“You spied on me and you’re calling me a liar!” Wendy started for the door, but Penny blocked her way, something. Then, I licked from her pussy to butthole and back again. She stopped doing dishes and turned to face me. Her big, hairy cunt was in my face and she grabbed the back of my head. She started rubbing herself up and down on my nose and mouth. "Suck my clit," she said, "Suck it like its Donald's big cock." I began to do as she said. She pulled my face into her crotch and I couldn't breathe. I sucked and she humped until finally she came. When she let go of my head, I gasped for air like I'd. She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange…not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off her head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirty’. This definitely wasn’t Building 8 on Bertrand Road. It was all so quiet. She’d been here before but she’d never lain in his bed before, merely watched him in. I lay down on her towel as she stood up and straddled me. My cock standing erect, pointing up at her pussy, she squatted down, grabbed me and positioned herself over me. She pressed the head right at the entrance of her opening and began to take me in. She put both of her hands down there and pulled her pussy lips apart. Thisll help. April started to push herself down onto my cock. As the head went in, she gasped for air. Her eyes opened wide out of shock, but she kept pushing. I felt the head.