I'm Bart." He stuck out his hand and shook mine."I'm Charlene but please, call me Charlie." Take a look at this puppy Charlie." Bart said and dropped ...he front of his coveralls, exposing an impossibly huge dick. It was the size of my forearm with a purple fist on the end. "Is this what you're looking for?"I took a step back with a "No" on my lips and felt an arm circle around my chest and a hand clamp around my mouth. Oh God! Was this happening again? Rapists on two weekends in a row? How was. McIntyre told me, but I was scared as hell at the same time.“Yes... Anything—Joss—ANYTHING AT ALL, “ She whispered to me with her face so close to mine, I could feel her breath on my cheek. She was patting my hand and smiling a sly smile the whole time. I could have shouted, I was so glad she didn’t reach out and slap me.“Goodnight, Amelia.”Damn, I’ve never even seen a woman with yellow hair the color of hers. That must be what men call blonde. Damn, I can’t believe she patted my hand and. And I turned lined up to it as he undressed. I looked down and there was a hole on this side of the wall as well, there is movement someone can see me. I see a shirt tail knowing this is the color of the shirt of the young man I saw. I feel my husband slowly sinking into me from behind, I let out a soft moan as I had been so needing this. My eyes shut as I lower my head in pleasure my lower lip trembles in pleasure and my eyes open. Right there before my eyes is a very hard cock head pointed up. She also knows my weak spots. When she’s feeling especially frisky, she’ll put on her referee shirt with the zip up front and very short skirt. It’s comfortable and she likes wearing it, usually with panties or shorts if others are around. When she’s looking for some rougher play, she’ll go commando as if daring me to take advantage. She’ll bend over time and again, as if searching for some elusive piece of paper, showing me the round cheeks of her ass and the swollen lips of her freshly shaved.