My hand works in perfect unison as I move up and down the head of your cock, my hands working you in a corkscrew motion and pumping up and down agains... my full red lips.You watch yourself disappear in and out of my mouth as I work you and it turns you on so much more to be able to see every single move I make. Knowing my man, this sight alone, would make you want to explode.Struggling to contain yourself, you moan as you watch the way my pouted lips ensures that every groove, every dip of your. . “Women aren’t playthings and they should be cherished.” She wasn’t that kind of girl that flaunts it. She was a classy, innocent, girl-next-door kind of chick. Now that her quote has popped in my head... I wonder what she’s doing now.Which gets me to The Duchess, (my nickname for her) is still here, and single as far as I know... She is another one of those chicks that was classy, to put it nicely. But I said those three words to her as well. After our sexual encounter, I had to walk away. .. over you!" I heard him say. I looked at him, confused, before he repeated himself."I said you look like a truck ran over you!"I forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah man, that's exactly how I feel. I've been working my ass off and it's really starting to get to me. Plus it's been at least a week since I had sex and believe me I really really need some."Andy looked at me smiling. He'd been one of my friends since college and knew me inside out. There wasn't anything the two of us couldn't talk. Morgan reached over and touched my hand. “Come on Bob, stay with me.” We got to the park and Morgan pulled me by the arm to sit close to her. “Morgan, we shouldn’t, people will see us.” “So what, let them look.” “I am twice your age.” Morgan giggled and gave me a little kiss. I couldn’t believe it, theyoung little slut was making a move. I put my hand on her leg moving up on her shorts. Morgan twisted toward me and began rubbing my crotch. I looked around, no one was there. We.