I love to wear dresses and pretend I'm a girl." I needed an excuse of epic proportions and the speaking skills of Johnny Cochrane to make it believabl.... I nonchalantly took a sip of my freeze.There must have been something in that particular glop of peanut butter cup and ice cream, because I got the most inspired idea. "Um, that wasn't me. That was my cousin Annabelle. She stopped over on her way to San Francisco. She was helping one of her friends move in to and apartment there from Eugene. I. He pulled it out and grabbed me by the face and made me suck it. He said, "that's right suck that dirty thing you whore." He then spit in my face and smacked me. It was so hot I couldn't believe it. He threw me on the floor and made me get on my hands and knees. I was face down, ass up and he then jammed his fat cock in my ass. It felt so good he was fucking me hard slamming my ass using me like the bitch, slut that I am. He would smack my big bubble ass as he rode me like a professional. I. Mandy was so turned on she needed no encouragement, so approached them clutching her bag under her right elbow and used her right hand to hold her jacket to cover herself. As we arrived the Frenchman immediately stood and introduced his guests. Then saying our good nights, our French friend moved to shake Mandy’s hand giving her the ideal opportunity to release her jacket. The other three quickly rose to the occasion offering friendly handshakes, no doubt to take advantage of the view of. I need to taste it. She lays next to me as we continue to kiss, I reach around and squeeze her ample ass. Her moans are muffled by my tongue. Her hands move up and down my back, teasing me. I take control; moving her to her back, straddling her, my hands holding her hands down. I kiss her deeply. I run my hands down the length of her arms to her sides and run my nails gently over her breasts. Her nipples respond to my touch as I give them a slight pinch. She gasps, her eyes closed. She licks.