Amelia was a stunning woman, Emma thought, and in the most objective way possible. Certainly, the way she dressed was quite unusual. She wore stocking... suspenders and very high stiletto heels, but then, except for the cloak she sometimes threw over her shoulders and which came down to just below her buttocks, she wore nothing else at all. Amelia certainly wasn’t a naturist, otherwise, like Emma, she wouldn’t have affected any clothes at all. Nor was she particularly poor. Her clothes changed. We'll cover it. What’re you getting'?" "A twelve pack of Coke and a creamer." "Yeah, we got it covered. Don't worry about it,” the original clerk offered. I walked back into the store, grabbed the Coke's and the creamer off the counter and headed out the door. "She really is beautiful," one offered. "Great body. You're a lucky guy," came form the other one. "Yep. Don't I know it." I opened the door and tossed the 'purchases' into the back seat and got in the car. I reached around to. Sweaty and out of breath, Baldy pulled out unceremoniously and flopped into the chair. He stayed in the chair when Blondie shuffled around behind me. I kept working Franks meat, I was infatuated and suddenly VERY happy that I didn't have to share. Blondie was a better fuck than the bald guy, he eased his prick into me real slow, teasing me by pushing in gently and stopping, slapping my ass, pushing a little again, stopping, slapping, playing with my balls for a while. He finally pushed into me. Turning slowly, she looked at Desirée, sitting at her left elbow. The older girl smiled."You'll soon be teaching me, Robin," Desirée said warmly.The young brunette reached over and squeezed her friend's hand. "I don't think so Dez," she said with a laugh. "But do you really think I'm improving?" Since I saw you last, you've improved a lot," Desirée reassured her. "I bet you've been practicing hours every day." Quite a bit," Robin averred. She turned back to the piece. "This.