"Slut's turn to serve," hisses from behind me. She tosses, leaps, then connects with a well-aimed fist.This is no casual lob but a missile that whoosh...s five feet to my left and dodges two sets of upstretched arms. Heads in the second row duck in self-preservation and allow the ball to crater the sand, inches from a token dive.Cheers override groans; players scatter like marbles. Some roll toward the beach while others, drawn by the greasy waft from sizzling clam fritters, cluster under the. The house across the street belonged to oldmr.Blenkinsop who was the retired librarian of the local highschool ofwhom it was rumoured that he was a bit of a Don Juan. And although I knewthat there was no way someone would clock me as anything but a verypretty girl once dressed up, he may of course still make the link withthe fair boy across the street who lived with his glamorous aunt. Forsome reason that didn't alarm me a bit so when my 'admirer' once againappeared in view the next night, I. I had been so into sucking her dick that I came all over myself and didn’t even know it. I tried to speak but I just couldn’t say anything. All I could think about was how hard her little dick was and how I wanted to suck it again. She pulled my shorts down and grabbed my dick. “At least you’re still hard,” she grinned. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out lube and made sure my dick was good and lubed. I almost came but I held back. She lifted her dress and laid back on the couch with. He saw them too; they broke the kiss and he looked down at her body. His eyes closed and his teeth barred before biting her chest. She hissed, bucking and scratching up his back. A finger slid into the top of her stocking, snapping the material against her thigh and he grinned happily. He cupped her mound and slipped inside her knickers as they kissed again, stroking and grinding her no doubt soaking, throbbing pussy. My knees crossed a little and I whimpered quietly to myself. She wasn't the.