I’ve challenged her on this, every 3rd visit over the last monthsThe first time I explained it she just held the cards and after a few moments said ...o; The next time she actually shuffled them for maybe a minute or so, before putting them down. The 3rd time, she asked me if she did this, what would the session be, how rough and nasty? I asked her if whoever was ***********ed; would she really want me to hold back, not to do the things already done? She looked right at me, shook her head and. Pull on your nipples for me. That's a girl. Play with those tits as you hump my cock. Now rub your clit as I watch. Show me how much you love to touch yourself for me. That is such a sexy nasty girl. Rub that clit as my cock fucks your cunt and I finger fuck that sexy asshole." It was just a few minutes watching her play with her clit and he filled her cunt one more time with his thick cum.He left his cock in her and bent her forward so his teeth could grab a nipple and pull and suck on it. He. As we looked over the jewelry counter in Dillard’s one of the make-up girls asked Sandy if she wanted to be made up. Sandy was eighteen but forbidden by our religion and her strict parents to wear make-up. Even though we had known each other since kindergarten we were only friends, bonded by the church and the fact that we didn’t have other close friends. Neither of us were allowed to date and dressing up and wearing make-up was strictly taboo. Just talking about boys or girls in a familiar way. ‘Where are you going?’ he asked, taking her hands. Slowly, she started backing towards the bathroom. She stopped and slipped her shirt over her head, exposing her perky breasts. Zach’s jaw dropped. Jessi giggled. ‘I think you’re a bit over-dressed.’ Without a word, he pulled off his shirt and wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bodies together. She held him for a minute and then slipped out of the rest of her clothing. Zach took her cue and dropped the rest of his clothing on the floor.