You stop in your tracks, staring for a second “ohhhh, I’m sorry” watching him going bright red as you watch his hand. You rush out of the room,...both of you embarrassed at the situation.You spend the rest of the day thinking of the image that you saw, staying quiet horny for the day. That night as you changed into you nightie you kept thinking of his young hard cock, sliding your panties off and imagining him seeing your lovely bald pussy. You walk into the lounge, sitting on my lap as you. You feel hands covering every inch of your back, from where your neck meets your shoulders all the way to your sides, over your bikini’s string holding your top up, then further down to your bottom. It’s so good that you can feel the stress being drained from you. After some iterations going up and down your back you notice that he’s focusing on your lower back more and more, occasionally even touching you below your thong’s waistband. “Well, that’s interesting,” you think. At one point he. I reach forward and begin to slide my hand up and down your boiclit matching my dick stroke for stroke. Your hips roll back and forth as we get closer, we are both moaning and grunting, our hips thrusting as my cock and your clit get thicker and you scream into my mouth as your clit shoots a hot white rope of jizz splashing against your belly. Pump after pump shoots out as I rub your clithead and feel your slippery cum allover my hand. I massage it into your thick clit, lightly stroking you as. "Are you sure?" Brad asked. He had a slight frown on his face. "It's areally good guitar." Oh I don't doubt that," I told him. "But it's a little too big, and I'mnot so sure the most expensive guitar is the one I want to buy."Brad actually looked guilty when I said that. Obviously he had his bestinterests in mind, not my own."How about that one?" I asked while pointing at the black guitar I hadseen earlier. Brad frowned slightly again. It seemed that this guitarcost a lot less.But he nodded and.