You like pizza right? I probably have something in the den that we can watch and then both of us can finish our evening in some comfort and company. S...... will that be a comedy or action you will like to watch?"You stand there watching me with an arrogance that is charming.Deciding that your reasonable request/demand couldn't be argued without looking a bit churlish. I resign myself to staying and continuing the evening here with you at least for a while"I love pizza and am not picky on what to. Her smooth hair was down her back. She was busy doing something at the counter next to the sink.I was amazed at how beautiful Les looked after all she been through that day. She looked like she'd just come out of the shower and was preparing dinner. I took another chance to look at that fabulous ass of hers. It still stuck out enchantingly, even though she had that robe on. That robe was something else. She got it soon after she started growing up, a present from Mom. I don't know what material. And that turned me on more than being with any girl ever could. “Fuck me harder…” I whispered.“What was that now,” Greg asked. “You want more?”“Yes, fuck, please…give it to me harder!”That was all the encouragement he needed, and slammed his full length into me. He was hitting a spot that felt better than any masturbation I’d ever done, and I was moaning in pleasure. My ass was tightening up, from the combination of Greg’s cock and the unbelievable blowjob I was getting.“Fuck, boy, you’re. ‘Bet you’d like to fuck her eh?’ I fell from grace. Our eyes displayed twin expressions of shock and panic. I tried to rally my bravery yet again. ‘Why me? Why Elena,’ I asked. ‘Well, John’s al tuckered from his last one, Mark and Luke are keeping watch, and I’m the guy asking you if you want to stick in that hot piece of ass on the desk over there.’ The beautiful moment was tarnished. What must Elena have been thinking? That I’m a filthy pervert who’d profess false love to a girl and then.