But you know how it is. In your house, you tend to sometimes wear just lingerie, sometimes just spaghetti and a panty, or just shorts and a bra or som...times just a sleep shirt and nothing else. But staying with a stranger would mean not being able to do all this.But at that time I just thought I didn’t have the money to pay for the months rent. All girls do have their dirty sex secrets and desired embedded somewhere deep in their panties. They wanna act all sober and perfect. But I like. She had on some soft red lipstick. "MMMmm...Your such a naughty girl. I see you forgot to wipe. We can't have that. Here let me help you dirty girl." I said as I unzipped my camo pants. I fished out my 9 3/4 inch hard cock.She tried to look down but her big ass blocked her view. She arched her back and stuck out her ass some more. I spit in my hand and jerked my cock with the saliva. "Sir! Sir! What are you doing? Why have you stopped spanking me?" she moaned. "I need to clean you up down. They’re salted.”“Maybe I’m a little hungry...”“Alright,” he chuckled, “I’m guessing you want potato chips? I picked up some flavors that I thought you might like. No eating in bed though, I don’t want you getting crumbs everywhere.”She hopped off the couch, her padded feet landing silently on the carpet despite her immense weight, the cushions beneath her gradually returning to their original shape. Jules made his way to the kitchen and reached into one of the cupboards, barely able to reach. ‘I was just about to leave.’ I respond. ‘Darius is sl**ping right now.’ ‘Oh, in that case I’ll just drop this off.’ Mr. Howard said dropping a gym bag down on the floor. ‘I’ll just come by later.’ he said. I walk out the door with Mr. Howard feeling very awkward and very much like a home wrecker in some odd way. ‘So how are you liking my math class so far Tyler?’ Mr. Howard asked walking down the hallway with me. ‘Its pretty good, math is not my strongest subject, but with a lot more.