She was troubled. He was a millionaire."Sir, there's a problem. Can you talk?"He sat up. She was really upset about something. "What's wrong?"Jane sig...ed. "Ally's mother threw her out of the house." What!?" he exclaimed. "What the hell for?" When Ally didn't come home on Saturday night, her mother got pissed even though Ally left her a message saying that she wouldn't be home. Her mother went ballistic on her when she got home from class. Apparently she took a half day just to be home before. It went quiet for a couple of minutes which seemed like hours as I layed on the bed all tied up.I felt scared but I also felt so turned on.I soon hered him getting undressed and he was soon getting back on the bed with me. I felt his full body lay on top of me and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.He layed on top of me for a while before I felt his hand grip my ass and then forcefully pull the panties to one side and he wispered something into my ear."I am going to enjoy this. Stimulating the under shaft with feathery-light caresses, the toenails grazed softly over the mushroom-head every time it reached the top. My orgasm was bubbling to the surface, so I let out a loud moan, grabbed Beth’s feet and took control. I grasp the tops of her feet, clamped her smooth arches to either side of my cock, and thrust them up and down in quick, urgent thrusts. I was delirious with pleasure and shouted, “Here comes the genie. Looks like you’re gonna get your three wishes,. Some women just look like soccer moms, and that pretty much described Wendy. She was tall, with light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was dressed in pale blue sweats and a gray hooded sweat shirt, so it was hard to tell much about her figure, but I was interested. Her face was ordinary, but still pretty, even though she wasn’t wearing an ounce of makeup. I was brainstorming for a way to start up a conversation when I was fortunately given an opening. Her gas pump wouldn’t start. I.