"Just moving in, eh?" Not us," replied one, a blond."No, just helping a friend who has the heaviest collection of junk on the planet," added the other... a crewcut redhead. Between the two of them, they looked like an ad for the Aryan Nation.Outside, in a Stanza - with Kansas plates, for crying out loud - was presumably the friend who had the heaviest collection of junk on the planet. At the moment, said friend was kneeling doubled over on the backseat, rummaging among miscellaneous shopping bags. I was a sportsman so I knew a thing or two about massage. The upper my hands went the more she squatted. Finally, I reached her crotch. She moaned and said quickly:- Can you speed up! I’m tired of standing this way. I’d love to sit on a bench or something.I knew what I had to do, so I started massaging her slowly. As the lady was squatting I had all access to her pussy. I stuck my finger in it. It was wet and sticky there. She started swaying her hips impaling herself on my finger. Then she. As I grabbed it though, she grabbed my cock. I jumped a little and so did my cock. She gave a quick stroke back and forth and it only added fuel to the fire. I was really hard again.“Vicky! Please?” I pleaded, “I have to get on babyboygraphics com and get to work. I want to do this. This is wrong.”“That is not what it is.” she replied, “You came in my mouth last week. You were bucking your hips at me and your cock was harder then it is right now. You grabbed my head and shot a huge load in my. "Yes,seriously. Did you think you could get by without having to do it? Youare aware that she's on athletic scholarship, right?"I held up one hand defensively. "Whoa. Yeah, I know. I just wasn'texpecting that to be the number one thing. I thought memorizing who herfriends were would be the most important one." Well, yeah," she said, softening a bit. "That's up there as well. It'sjust ... learning who Charlene hangs out with and who she doesn't issomething we can work on this weekend." But we.