Candles, you lit candles! I come down the short hall and there you are, on the bed, completely naked… and ... Damn the encores and post show fan o...ligations… You waited up for me as long as you could before you succumbed to slumber. You’re on your stomach, hugging a pillow, if only I had gotten here sooner, that pillow could have been me! I decide not to wake you, you seem so peaceful and at rest. So I undress and climb in next to you. You don’t stir… but I do... Just the sight of you,. His tongue moving down to my mound, brushing repeatedly against my clit till I moan in satisfaction, moving further down still, feeling his warm breathe against my skin, already wet with intimidation, then…MSN pings at me; Joe has sent me a message,“Having fun?” He asked. I nodded, trail of thought lost. I was aware that my moist pussy was dripping onto the sofa; I quickly found my panties and put them back on, don’t want my grandmother finding wet patches now do I? “I want to be there so. I pushed back against his cock hard and felt it slide around my wet hole. With one swift movement he slipped into me. I let out a gasp as his size shocked me. He stood there for a minuet allowing myself to relax around him. Slowly he started to move, grinding his hips against me, slipping his cock in and out. His speed increased and my moans got louder. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a young couple next to us were getting it on. She had his meat in her hands and was milking it for all. She pulled out her keys, and just stood there next to her car. Frustrated, she balled her fist, pounded the roof of her car, and leaned her head against it. She mentally prayed for strength.Jesús, Déme la fuerza.“Yo lookin’ fo’ sometin?” said a voice behind her.Tricia looked around and saw an old man sitting on the ground in front of a store. He was black, about in his sixties, she guessed, wearing a rumpled shirt, dirty jacket, jeans, and dark glasses. He had a scruffy gray beard. The cup.