‘How was that doll?’ ‘Pretty good, on the scale of one to ten I’d give it a five, but remember it is in a car.’ ‘Yeah, a five sounds good ...o me. I like the feel of your cunt.’ What a horrid thing to say, thought Frankie at the time. But for the next six days, not seeing Alfie because he and the boys went up north to a low-paying fixture, she went about thinking at least three times a day, ‘I like the feel of your cunt.’ The truth was nobody else had ever said such a thing to her, she now. "Come on Becks it's seven am on a Saturday, I'm going back to bed," Jill exclaimed."Not so fast, you've got to help me get that dong back in my ass! If he finds it's not where he left it I'm in trouble...unless you follow his wishes and use it to get off!"Jill's answer was pretty straightforward. "Bend over bitch."No lube, no love, just a couple of firm thrusts and I was back to having a flexible blue cock head for a tail. "How the fuck you going to get dressed with this thing sticking out. She pulled over the visitor chair and moved it just across from me. As she sat down her tight skirt slipped up so I could see her bare thighs. My arousal grew.Then she slipped off one of her shoes. She put her bare foot up on the edge of my chair between my knees. Her tight skirt moved up further and I could see more of her between her thighs."Show me what you like," she said. "Touch my foot."Increasingly aroused, I let my hand drop and gently touched her foot. "Good boy," she said. She moved. She leaned back on her hands and looked up at him. Now it was Ollie’s turn to swallow. He would have stood there staring all day if she hadn’t used two fingers to spread her lips. He came to his senses, stepped forward and grasped her lips, guiding himself, and carelessly smearing pre-cum across her neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair. He pushed in with a sound that wasn’t very manly, and Sarah sighed contentedly. Ollie had no technique, but he was big, and young, and he would do. She.