"Never again, Johnny, ok?"He nodded."And Johnny," she smiled, "I'll never call you anything other thanBebe, again, but you'll always be my little John...y." We're here," Marilyn said flatly as she turned into the driveway.She'd remained uncharacteristically quiet through most of the trip. Shepulled the van to a stop in front of the stairs to the building. It was9:45pm, it was dark and it was windy. How could she leave her childhere? Didn't she need to be at home where her mother could help. The next upstroke I slowed by her clit, and made a firm circle around the small nub, and then again, and again. Her hips raised and she made a sound like a fighter jet engine taking off. Almost a roar. I felt her cum and shake as her panties became extremely wet. “Keith Keith..no more please stop” she begged. “That was fucking amazing.” She started to cry and I immediately got worried.“What’s wrong? I’m sorry Em, are you ok?” There was obvious concern in my voice. I did not understand what was. I drove by it again this morning and was admiring the landscaping job they have done in their yard. Best looking in the neighborhood if you ask me.”Romanof looked at his papers as if checking them for the name, “That’s the one. Delivery for Frances Reid.”“Oh man, I sure hope the flowers are not in condolence or sympathy for something. The Reids are nice folks.”“Order says they are from her husband for their anniversary,” Romanof added. He didn’t notice the large dump truck that had rounded the. She took off my shirt while we were still kissing and we were taking off each other’s clothes and fondled each other. Soon we found ourselves naked. With her on top of me still, I stood up while carrying her to the shower and we had a great time in there. Then things calmed down and after the shower, and she put on the swimsuit. So why did I pick a one-piece swimsuit as opposed to a skimpy bikini? Well, I had this stupid ass Baywatch fantasy and felt a need to fulfil it. I asked the front desk.