..”“No? Are you sure...? Because you seem to know that he’s commenting on the show, and that tells me that you know when the show is on, and I t...ink you’re watching the show, listening to him, and feeling guilty about the way you feel, because of the things he’s saying ... And now you’re using him as an excuse to be on the show...”They pause in silence with our guest not sure how to answer ... Then she manages to protest, “No ... No, that’s not it ... I just want to spoil this for him. Make it. I reached down to adjust mysefl to accommodate my swelling member and her hand touched mine as she grabbed me thru the fabric.===Heather==="We can't let this go too far," I muttered as I struggled with his zipper."I know," he agreed. I set about doing what I could to please him, and extracted his cock from his pants. My strokes got his hips rocking as he began moaning.Ryan reached down below my waist and pushed my skirt between my legs. I moaned again as he started rubbing there.He pulled my. “That east side bitch is fucking blessed by something. She pulled a big fucking golden egg out of that tight ass of hers. There is no other way to explain how she found two dozen hair-trigger bald virgin cunts with only the very beginnings of bumps on their chest. Boss had me check them out before I picked them up. Just blowing over their tightly closed little cunts had their legs spread wide and pussy juices running out like a river. One came when I kissed her clit. The other only needed a few. ” Gaby reached for a chilled bottle of wine from the cooler on the blanket. She twisted the cork off with a pop. “Turn around, girlfriend. Bend over and keep your legs at shoulder width and straight as you pull your panties down…very slowly.” The dark haired young Mistress took a refreshing drink of the cool, crisp white wine as her childhood friend bent forward and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer, lace panties. As she started to take them down, the material stuck against her hot,.