“Maybe some day you can,” Karen hinted.Dan and Karen drove towards the Hen House in his trusty Mustang GT. He put his right hand high up on Karen�...�s left leg between shifts, and she’d give his hand a loving pat.“Finally, we’re alone together. We haven’t had a moment alone since we met,” Karen said, undoing her coat and opening her blouse to reveal her bare tits to him.“Now how am I supposed to drive safely with those beautiful tits begging for attention?” He teased.“That’s your problem,” she. Never paid for a single computer game until I was about fifteen, sixteen years old. Is that stealing?”“Technically, yes.”“Then yes, I did steal.”“You admit to stealing?”He marked the paper again.“No.”“But you just said...”“I lied. I figured you could tell. Not so much as a toothpick, mate.”That was a lie. We all take napkins, sweeteners and toothpicks when we need them and it’s no big deal. As to the games: I just don’t think that’s stealing. When I made more than pocket change I started buying. Es ist für mich die größte Attraktion von ganz Paris, ach was, ganz Frankreich … Mindestens!Der süßeste, schnuckligste Hintern, den ich jemals gesehen habe. Ich meine den Perfekten Po. Soviel zu Thema nur Ärsche hier. Dieser hier schwebt, nun sanft wippend nur, fünf – sechs Meter entfernt, an mir vor bei und ich rege mich wegen ihm mehr auf als wegen den ganzen anderen um mich herum auf. Aber über diesen Hintern rege ich mich gerne auf.Das Mädchen hat lange blonde Haare. Die ihr locker, wallend. I placed a hand on her inner thigh, just below the hemline of her skirt. My hand made its way upward, bunching up the skirt and found she had gone commando like me. She was already dripping wet as my fingers gently stroked her swollen lips. Mary Jo had pulled my cock out and was firmly jacking me off with long, slow strokes. After what seemed like an eternity of making out, she placed her hands on my shoulders and said, “On your back.”Still dressed, she straddled my hips and slid her pussy.