I was scared yet excited. He had slid his arm about my waist.“Anyone else in the house?” the excitement in his voice was over poweringI didn’t a...swer fast enough for him and his fingers snaked into my long auburn hair and yanked.“No! NO there’s only me here.”“Show me your bedroom and you better not be lying!”We slowly made our way upstairs and though he kept a hold of my hair and seemed to menace me in some ways I was excited. So much so that my pussy was not just damp I was leaking juice into. 8:00. The table is under my name. My last name. I’m sure you remember it.”She gives me a final wink and heads out the door.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date. Repeating that to myself over and over doesn’t seem to relieve any of the nerves that have built in my stomach since I left my office. It also doesn’t help me choose something to wear out of the mountain of discarded options that now pepper my bedroom.Granted I. Afterwards Marion's face was covered in jism & Howard took a picture & framed it beside the bed so both Marion & he would now that Marion loved her husband , but lusted after & obeyed Master Eddie. Olivia was sucking on June's other tit , last week Eddie had come by her place & pissed down her throat , her cuckold hubby put this on his cellphone . After Eddie had relieved himself & used her as his human toilet , they took a water shower together and he phoned June Cleaver to come over for a. Oh shit. You lower the zipper so slowly...this is torture. I finally feel the cool air on my hard dick, but not for long. Both your hands turn their attention to my cock. You stroke me with both hands. I’m breathing harder, focusing on the road with all the control I have left. Fuck me. You dip your head into my lap, lightly kissing the head of my dick, savoring the taste of me. My hips involuntarily ease up trying to turn the kiss into more. I need to be in your mouth, baby. Don’t tease me.