Were they real?’ Greg laughed. Surely, he knew that Julie was talking about the bar maid, that she was implying he had fucked her last night after a...l. ‘I’ll talk to you in a week or two,’ he replied and hung up before Julie could say anything more. He hadn’t answered. What did that mean? And why did she even care? When Julie got to work, she immediately checked her personal email account. There were several emails in there, some spam, some from friends. The most recently received one was from. I went in for straight fuck as I did not have heart for foreplay and banged her ruthlessly. She moaned as I ploughed her cunt mercilessly. She writhed under me and moved her hips to co operate with me. My cock moved in and out of her pussy like a steam engine piston. My cock was glistening with her juices as she lifted her ass to meet my thrusts. “Ahhhhh, fuck me you bastard, fill me with your juice, fill my cunt with your jism, ram your cock into my pussy, I love it Samish, fuck meeee,” she. "I don't know kid. What's in the fridge?" I glare at you. You know I don't like being called kid. I'm 18 now. I slug you in the arm pretty hard. "Don't call me kid," I retort and then walk off towards my bedroom.You rub your sore muscle and watch my ass as it sways. Your cock starts to grow hard. You curse yourself for feeling this way about your baby sister. Ever since I turned 16 and my boobs came in, you've never looked at me the same. As I walk to my bedroom, I give an extra sway to my hips. Well it's not actually slaving when I bring in the kind of money I make. But does that make me happy. I never have time to spend the money I make. Sure the apartment was lovely. Exclusively furniture, for sure nice to look at but almost never used for its purposes.Well except for the bed. The only investment I've made that actually had come to use. And it has probably saved me. I would never had made it through the nightmarish workdays without the rest I got during my hours in the bed.It's.