"Oh god, Cel. Your ridiculous." I know."And with that, she dragged me out of his party by my arm and took me back home. Now Sasha wasn't just my boss,...but also my best friend. And she was so damn sexy. The fact that we were both tattoo artists and both covered in tattoos, fascinated me. Unlike myself, she had supple tits, just enough but not too much, probably a small B cup at the most. She was drunk beyond belief, and I knew I could get away with anything if I wanted to. When we returned home,. With cunt so near, yet so far, with his knob imbedded, but his prickshaft restrained, he was going wild. He whimpered and whined in despair, the sound of his terrible frustration a pitiable thing.Molly felt sorry for the boxer.He needed it so badly.His prick was pounding with need. And her cunt needed it, too! That shallow penetration, that lovely rubbing against her clit was making the horny woman as hot and desperate as the dog. Her pussy felt like a vacuum that was yearning to be filled.She. And sunglasses, to hide the blackened eyes. Rumor has it she sleeps around.Because he makes her. To seal business deals.And thus her local name – whispered behind her back, by everyone but Bobert. Shameless.Bobert calls her that to her face.I’ve seen her with other men at the bars on the tourist end of the beach. And I’ve seen her face when she is with them. There’s no joy, no anticipation, no lust. Her wide-eyed innocence is replaced by an impassive mask. Her expression never varies.He watches. "Look!" she commands her daughter. "Look at that beautiful meat stick! I know you think about it, and now you're going to receive it!" Mom! NO!" the young girl exclaims. "I don't wanna---!" You don't have to! STEVE is gonna do it! Isn't that right, Steve?"For a moment I'm unable to speak, mesmerized by Lindsay's beauty, her long, wavy red locks cascading over her flimsy white cutoff t-shirt, revealing her lovely, flat belly. Even more enthralling, I see the crotch of her slinky panties.