Your Strangers long, ginger hair lays over the spread thighs of the Barmaid, her pearly flesh a contrast to the Barmaid's deeply bronzed body. Their b...dies make a T-shape, with your stranger crouched parallel to the Barmaid as if she were a feeding lioness. Neither look up as you enter the room. The Barmaids eyes are closed in ecstasy as your Stranger works her pussy. Your Stranger thrusts two delicate fingers in and out of the Barmaids shaven cunt, eliciting deep moans as she flicks her. They were practically brand new. But he wascurious....come to think of it....those Nikes the other day....Staceydidn't own anything but flats, heels, and chucks. She actually RARELYwore sneakers if at all. He pulled himself from his thoughts as heremembered that time was dwindling. Not only did he have four hours togo to the salon and get his hair dyed, but he also had to find a pairof yoga pants. The mall was his best bet. He grabbed the keys andhurried out the. It turns him on. I want to do more than look at the captain's cock." What a nice little slut you are. What kind of cock does the captain have? What does a naughty wife like you want to do with it? Will you tell your husband you want the captain's cock?"She has never been called a slut before. "I am a slut. The captain has a big cock. I want to suck it and put it in my pussy. I will tell my husband that the captain can have my pussy."Kurt moves his finger more rapidly. Marsha's body tenses up. “Yeah Dad, I know. Thanks. Maybe soon, we’ve got a lot of stuff coming up.” He shouldered his backpack and stood. “I’ve got some reading to do for English, I’m gonna go up to my room. G’night Dad.” His father reached out an arm and patted Michael on the arm. Michael just smiled a rueful smile that no one saw. He walked up to his room, counting the steps and moving as quietly as possible. Suddenly Dana ran from the bathroom to her room and slammed the door screaming, “MOOOM! Michael.