...COOOOOOMMME….....cooooooommmminng..............OH GOD!....." Then she went quiet but her breathing came in gasps and a kind of jerking or chokin... with occasional light whimpering sounds until finally she sighed long and longingly. I said softly, deeply huskily "That sounded wonderful." When she said that I'd made her pussy clench, I was beside myself, nearly coming too. After a few minutes she asked if I'd mind if she got her "rabbit" and came again. Of course, I had no objection(!!!). As usual Ashwell just looked at him with those black eyes and gave him a withering look and did not bother to give a verbal respond. ‘I do have something else, you might like.’ Reardon signaled the man to bring Nicole. ‘I’ll understand if you don’t want what I’m offering but perhaps you should look before you decide.’ Sinclair glanced towards the direction that Reardon had turned. Sinclair felt an instant bolt of awareness run through him straight into his cock leaving him hard and. Over and over again, feeling the sting, the itch and then burn of the strength of his swats. Heat rushed over me; even more so when he reached between my legs and felt my damp pussy. Not just a touch, a scooping motion, collecting my excitement into his hand, then him rubbing it all over my face telling me to clean up my own messes. My mess was only just beginning. What started off as a playful turned into fear induced play, forced up against the wall, legs spread, face pushed into the wall,. They're all little rednecks. I don't want a redneck boy. I want someone who don't go huntin' and wear cowboy boots. Ya know?" He laughed as he lit another cigarette. "No not really." Are you?" I asked. "No." He started out at the lake. "Got a girlfriend?" I asked. Not knowing what else to say."Nope. All the girls I know are little whores. And if they aren't whores then they're bitches. It sucks, bad." He laughed.I laughed. We sat in silence for a while. He smiled. "Remember when.