She also hadn’t taken a moment to adjust her bra, so her nipples were poking in different directions like her boobs were cross-eyed.Her cheeks flush...d, like a teenager who’d been caught fooling around by her mother. Thank goodness it had been so dark. The kids hadn’t seemed to notice her disheveled, clearly aroused state.For a moment, she considered going back to Jake and telling him they had to stop. This wasn’t professional behavior. If they were caught, they’d probably both be fired. They. Ayyyooo…its paining da… he never bothered… slapped my ass… widen my ass cheeks as wide as possible and pushed in… almost I cried and jumped…. He grabbed me and made some in and out movement… I can feel my hole is getting bigger…ahhh….plz…stop….maaaaaaa….vendam…plz…..dont tear my ass…. On hearing my cry he took it out and thrown it away… he took one syrup bottle and pored some into the hole and started to lick and emptied my hole…while he lick my hole I got another erection…. Which he found when. ”“Rod Blake,” Tasha said. “At least I think so.”Rod Blake worked with my friend Nate at the garage and gas station on Route 50. He was around twenty-one, and raced cars on the weekends. He’d been in and out of minor trouble with the Harding County Sheriff since he was fourteen, mostly to do with driving, but also with bootlegging. He smoked, drank heavily, and had a reputation as a ladies’ man. In addition to whatever fast car he might have at any given time, he had a beat-up old pickup truck. I stepped back to admire her. She waited patiently as I removed my trousers, we both knew what was coming next and I was happy to let the tension build. When I could wait no longer I walked back to her and reached out to touch her with my fingertips. I traced a line down over her neck, down her spine and over the curve at the top of her ass. I felt her shudder as my fingers ran over her spine. I moved my other hand into play careful to stay in neutral areas, tracing the line of her hips, over.