No? You a one man's man? Oh well bawler, guess I'll have to catch you later." Before I could shot out a comeback, Brad burned rubber down the rollerco...ter called a street. Before they reached the first crest, a shadow dashed in front of them. The crash was audible. Well, less audible then, "Oh shit dude. What did you hit?" "I don't know... fuck." Brad's voice matched his actions as he drove away in his dented Lincoln. As his tail lights dipped out of sight, I ran to the unmoving clump. At. She is a beautiful lady age 25. Her figure is damn sexy. When she rang the door bell, I opened the door; she greeted me with a smile and entered the house. When she saw me alone she asked me where her sister was, I told her that she had gone to their house only. Reema too started to go but I stopped her and told her to wait for some time and take rest. She agreed and went to the bedroom , I too followed her behind , she was wearing jeans and t shirt, I could see her tight ass and big boobs. " The hand rose again."When Daddy comes home." She said, in a little voice. It made her feelvery diminutive, spouting phrases like that. To make matters worse, itseemed like as diminutive as it made her feel, it made him feel like abig man. It certainly made him into a turned on man, if the steadilyincreasing pressure beneath her lap was any indication, his pantstenting, something digging against her tummy.He massaged her upper thighs, hands squeezing and kneading. As a man,she'd never found. Then at the end of the 3rd quarter the Steelers are marching down the field on a long drive. Your fingers are moving faster on your clit, glistening with the juices from your now very wet pussy. With your other hand you’re pinching and rubbing your hard nipples. With every play for positive yardage a soft moan escapes your lips, with every failed play a moan of frustration. Then on the last play of the 3rd quarter the Steelers line up for a 45 yard field goal. Your fingers are frantically.