Yourpubic hair beckons from the shadows of your inner thighs,your breastspeak from the folds of your blouse. “Now take off your shirt....21; You pull the shirt from your shoulders, let it slipfrom your arms to joinyour other clothes on the floor. “Turn around.” You turn your back to me. I gaze down the nice curveof your spine tothe fleshy mounds of your buttocks to the sweep of yourthighs and legs. “Bend over, pull your bum cheeks. Then I circled the car and smashed every light and window in the goddamn thing. I was beginning to feel a little better.My neighbor hides a key on his porch and I have permission to enter his house, as I deem necessary. I went in and dialed Carson's number. I knew it because he and his wife were good friends of ours. Karen worked with Carson and we had all become close. I never realized how close, apparently.I grabbed a towel from a rack by the sink and covered the phone with it. When Dottie. He kissed around, teasing the hell out of me, which is pretty hard to do, considering I’m always hell. But I gave him control over me. He had me– all of me. I tangled my fingers in his hair again, and pushed down his sucking mouth over the hard nipple. Realizing he had the control, he deliberately stopped and ran his tongue over it once, then smirked into my chest. Even though it felt amazing to even have him on me, I was now a little pissed. I yanked at his hair one good time, and he growled. I hiss, "Since you cannot seem to follow a simple instruction you can get yourself off. Hump my foot like a bitch until you come." I release her collar, lean back, and wait. She settles back and tentatively starts rocking on my foot. I can hear her pussy lips parting and sliding, kissing my foot as she starts to move a little faster. Feeling bolder, she brings her hands forward and holds the back of my ankle, pressing me hard against her as she fucks herself faster. She looks like such a slut,.