If she wasn't expressing herdisapproval of my latest tat, it was my newest skimpy outfit that was thetarget of her disapproval. Hey, we live in a warm...climate, and I figureif you've got it, flaunt it. Especially when it helps fill the tip jar."It's not a hell of a lot of fun to get your boob mashed between twopieces of glass," she told me matter-of-factly as she finished hercigarette at the smoking shack on the edge of the parking lot. "You'rewhat, twenty-five, honey?" Twenty-six." Well then.. "Sure, honey. We'll be out here for a while." Okay," she said on cue and disappeared back into the house. A few minutes later I watched Ted's face as she — and Dorothy — came out with beers for us and more wine for them. They also brought a bag of chips and some dip. Teresa had changed into a knee-length nightshirt. Of course, I knew she wouldn't be wearing anything under it. Dorothy wore her shorts and one of Teresa's nighties on top. Teresa said later that she'd tried to talk her into going a. . I had more things I wanted to do to her.Slipping on a latex glove, I leaned forward and kissed one of the cheeks of her delightful bottom. With the gloved hand, I slipped my finger down the crack between her cheeks. When I reached her anus, I quickly moved over it, instead coming to rest just below it. I noticed as she tired to move her bottom down so my finger would touch her little star again. I took the paddle and slapped her once on each cheek. "Lie still!" I commanded her. I noticed the. Watching as the mammoth cock swayed from side to side, arching her back feeling him leisurely re-entering her, it felt good, this way she was more at ease and snug. She looked beneath herself, scrutinising his hefty bollocks as they swayed back and forth in time with his motions. Again, she let out a low growl as she went into orgasm, her red hair sailing through the air as she threw her head back experiencing his ferocious thrusts. Bert placed his hand down onto his cock; collecting juices.