The second he felt my mouth on his cock, He hauled off and punched me in the face and called me a filthy, perverted whore. It knocked me out, and by t...e time I came to, he was gone. I checked and his clothes are still here, so I guess he”s coming back.” “Good”,I said,”When do you think he”ll be back?” “He”s probably gone to see his buddy Bimbo Franklin, that guy agrees with everything he says, so he needs to be told he did the right thing so he can still feel macho.” “Anyway, I have another. Yeah, I'm sure most guys wouldn't consider "I can strike you out on three straight pitches" to be a come-on. I am not most guys.And it seemed like she was dropping hints. I don't know. I am absolutely shitty when it comes to reading that stuff. You think I'd be able to read girls better, with the way I grew up. Not so. I don't know if the lesbian mating dance is different than the male-female mating dance, or what. But I never learned to read females. Well, at least I've never been able to read. Ugh, butterflies in his stomach refused to settle. Maybe some work would calm his nerves, so he decided to spend more time on the investigation. With dusk only having just passed, there were still plenty of people out on the street, even in this part of town, so he kept to the rooftops. Up here, he could hide well enough, even without Amanda. And this close to North Side, this part of the city was pretty dark anyway.He got down on a knee — careful of his suit — and looked across the way to the. I cupped her ass, fingers finding her folds and probing at her tight little cunt from below. "Oh yeah? Who caught who?" Lisa groaned, and leaned in for a kiss.Swimming pool water is a lousy lubricant, my cock is thicker than average, and Lisa is really, really tight. It took a bit of straining and effort and several firm thrusts before I managed to get the teenager fully impaled on my erection, my pubic bone grinding up against her clit."Oh my god," she groaned. "I've been waiting for this all.