She was standing across the street from a building she usually didn't pass on her way home from school, but that she'd recently begun to go out of her...way to visit. Or not visit, exactly. Because Amy hadn't yet built up the courage to enter the place.It was a small building nestled between an abandoned hair salon on one side and an empty, run-down parking lot on its left. It was called "Lover's Market"-a classy name for a place that lacked any semblance of class. The faded sign that marked the. It read "Presorted First Class Mail. US Postage Paid. Service Center."Must be some kind of marketing ploy, thought John. After all, there was always some company trying to sell something to a college student. Then he remembered that the fraternity that he wanted to join used secret initiation rites to accept members. They must have accepted his application and this must be the test to see if he were worthy to join. But what was he supposed to do with the amulet? He figured that it was best to. Then, I touch your clit with my finger. I kneel down between your legs and start licking and sucking your sweet pussy. “Oh, Daddy. DADDY!” you scream. As I pleasure your pussy, I take some lotion, put it on two fingers and penetrate your ass. You writhe before me with your hands gripping the sheets, screaming. “Daddy, please don’t hurt me,” you cry out, panting. I hear and feel the panic in your voice. I raise to hover over you and kiss you. I begin stroking you slowly. I whisper to you, “Feel. I glanced up."Sorry, Heather," I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and turned towards thekitchen. Even humbled as I was, I couldn't help but risk a look at herdenim-clad ass as she brought the bottle into the kitchen. I love theway a woman's ass moves inside a pair of tight jeans, and my eyes werestill glued to Heather's when she got to the kitchen counter and bentover to get the corkscrew out of the bottom drawer, and they were STILLglued when Heather looked back at me from under her arm with a.