His hand shot over to my pussy and I opened my thighs to give him complete access. "Mmmm, look at the size of it Paul. It's lovely." Jim was crudely p...king away at my pussy but I was consumed with Paul's reaction. His hard on. The anger, jealousy, lust in his eyes. I had never been this turned on. I peeled the top of Jim's jean shorts down so that just the head of his prick stuck out. I wet my thumb in his precum and slid it over and around the glistening head. Jim was kissing, licking and. She gave me five hundred dollars and told me that I had two hours to spend all of the money. All I needed was one hour. I purchased a pair of the new Jordan’s, a couple pairs of jeans, two button-down shirts, socks, and some nice underwear. Since I was eighteen, I wanted to switch from wearing regular boxers to wearing something a little sexier, like boxer briefs and bikini briefs. I met up with my mom, who was waiting for me in the food court, and we heading back to Uncle Paul's. Around four. “Oh yes,” he says. “Show us your pussy!” As if he owned me, or had at least paid for the performance.So how come I feel so turned on, when this is all so wrong? Because the awful truth is that I do. I have two horny men in front of me on the computer screen, holding their stiff cocks, and outside looking in is my secret lover, and though it’s not long since he came in my mouth, I’m sure he has a raging erection once more. And I love it that these men are excited by me. I don’t care that Lars is. Mike listened carefully and heard it again."Hey, can you hear me?" We have someone!" Mike shouted almost joyfully. "Jenny, Tom, grab somecutting equipment and tell the chief we just found someone alive downhere."Mike turned to a small hole in the side of the rubble, just barely bigenough for someone to squeeze into, and shouted, "I hear you mister,help is coming." The fireman looked up at his friends and yelled, "I'mgoing in to check and see what we're up against." With those partingwords he.