" "Oh shit man, I can't do that! Thanks, but I can't do that!" "Why not? Afraid of me or something?" Looking over at Tom with a very strong quizzed ...xpression on hisface, he answered, "No! No, why should I be afraid of you? No, it's justthat I've already screwed up your night enough! I'll call a cab and get aride home!" "Sir, you did not walk for like three or four miles just to finallytell some guy that, ---now you need to go home. For the last time,-you arenot messing up my night at. You remember Shaneequa?" That high school girl that worked at Starbucks? The one with the killer bod who always seemed about to pop out of her clothes? Oh, yeah! Black and jailbait is a dangerous combination, but I'd sure risk it if I thought I had a chance to get me a piece of that." That's how I felt. That's why I was dating her on the sly. My folks would freak if they knew, and hers would probably turn me in to the law. And you know how rough the Sheriff is on sex-offenders – especially. I told her that she is not allowed to dry herself by using any towel from now on.She has to stand on the mat till she dries naturally by dripping. After 30 minutes she was dry, but the golden glow on skin was still there, making her a very beautiful sight.I gave her a robe made of fine strands of jute. It was specially woven by me to be al free flowing like silk, but to be as rough as a jute sack. The roughness would continuously rub the skin keeping Eve in a continuous state of awareness of. ..and wanted her pussy filled. Nothing more, nothing less. But I had now screwed both mother and daughter.However it was clear her horny body was in this sexual moment for herself ...as was I.Her mellow accommodating pussy was a cock’s best friend...so wet...so tight...so happy to be packed.I turned her over and urged her to spread her legs on the edge of the bed. She was so unashamedly eager...her beaver splayed for cock...her legs...high and wide...her head on her chin...she didn’t meet my.