In the end I had to tell him that my boyfriend was the jealous type, 6 foot 4 and 230 pounds of muscles. You are also cute and my age, and I think you...will behave, so I win on every point with you.’ ‘Except when it comes to the quality of the wine and dine then.’ ‘I don’t care about that. You can buy me a burger and a coke and I’ll be happy with it. Hell, I can even buy you that if need be!’ I had to laugh: talk about desperate! ‘It’s not that bad Karen. I won’t take you to a five star. I’d smack her ass and she’d playfully smack me on my arm. We’d share a blanket watching a movie and it was basically pretty harmless. For the past few months though, I noticed that her hand would linger a little longer than necessary at times. I’d brush it off to her not having a boyfriend and needed a man’s touch from time to time. She had also make a point of giving me longer than normal hugs. I loved feeling her big tits pressed against my chest. From time to time, I’d even let my hand. She began to finger herself while she used her influence over Mike to encourage him to fuck the little girl harder and faster. Mike was pounding Lycinia and she was writhing with pain tears rolling down her face, but there was also a faint feeling of pleasure behind it all. After a little while The pain began to die down and the pleasure was rising. Lycinia began to moan with pleasure and she herself was telling Mike to fuck her harder. Mike was nearing his climax, and instinctively without. "What was THAT suppose to mean?!"she yelled after him. Janice felt outraged as she stood there on the street. "How dare he suggest that I'm a... a hooker. Where does he get off saying such a thing." Janice caught the reflection of herself in a store window just then. She saw the way her blouse came down just below the top of her form fitting shorts. With out her bra, her nipples poked out against the thin material and were very obvious. The shorts themselves cupped her ass and pussy tightly,.