" What about Shirley?" Shirley is in South Carolina. She's a memory to me. If she came out here right now, and I had to choose between you and her, I'... choose you, Em." Do you love me?" I don't know. I miss you. I think about you a lot. When I've got my hand on my dick, it's you that I'm thinking about while I'm doing it." I can't go to California with you. I wish I could, but they'd never let me. You know, you could have really swept me off my feet, and gotten anything you wanted, if you'd. Her left hand releases the skirt, and it falls back down into place. Her hand rises up to his face, and the finger, slick with her natural lubricant, slides over his lips. He eagerly opens and sucks it in, savoring her taste. She grasps his now rock hard cock in her left hand through the fabric of his pants. After rubbing it a couple of times, she slides the fingers down to cup his sac. Nuzzling up beside his left ear, she whispers “Feels like you’ve got quite a load in there. I’d just bet that. Flawless creamy skin I found that out after I took off her clothes for her tanlines were fantasitic that she wore a skimp string bikini. Told her not to talk loudly cause my secetary was just outside at her desk and to whisper. Well couple of times she mouned kinda loud not that I am a great lover but missed her hole and she yelled; "Thats the wrong hole." And then whispered if you want that hole it'll be an extra hundred. I passed on that.After a long slow and fast fucking on the sofa she. It was a pity to lock those delicacies away without a lick or a touch, but for the time being I had to save her charms from the ruddy hands of the lusty boy. Then I sent for the lad to rectify the happenings in the barn at last. Cleverly I mounted the long mirror in my punishment corner not to miss and lascivious detail. »She wanted to see it, Sir, it wasn't my fault at all!«, the unhappy lad blubbered in utter distress and was already protecting his guilty bum with his hands! But I ordered.