He watched the new girl make a basket."Hello." Mike said. "I came to welcome you to the neighborhood and ask if you need someone to show you around?"T...e girl opened a soda. "No."Mike smiled to himself and brushed his long hair off his shoulder. "My name's Mike, but most people call me Missy. Your family sure moved in late last night. The moving truck woke me up." Sarah Rose." Sarah took Mike's hand. "My dad started the night shift last night and needed today to sleep." Aren't you a little. She reached to my thighs and stroked the nylon pantyhose – this must be playing tricks in her mind feeling femme clothes and having a cock pumping away. From there she grasped my breast flesh forming them and playing with them. Sometimes I can last a long time and sometimes I just have to look at the sheer horniness in her eyes to send me over the edge – this was one of those times. She looked so damn horny, I felt the release of control go and I was now in the hands of Mother Nature. Feeling. "If you think you're nervous, just think of me coming home after almost four years."This was a big deal for Janet to come home to visit for the first time since her parents had offered an olive branch.Janet's mother could be cast as a typical since the forties mother. She wasn't heavy but thick, showing that she was from strong stock and family, and still believed that she should be part of the household. She wiped her hands on her apron, and hugged her daughter with glistening eyes. I could. Laying my body against yours, I can feel your rock hard cock against my side. Motioning once again to the curtains, you whisper into my ear, trying to explain why you brought me with you. You mention that you REALLY wanted to fuck me tonight and the last trip you took in this truck, all you could imagine was fucking me in this bunk and how hot it would feel, the rocking and bumping and fucking and pounding my pussy with your dick. You also whisper in a husky, low voice, reminding me that I have.