Before I put it back in, I just started casually rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Pretty soon I was trying little pokes at her ass, but with no rea... penetration. She didn't protest, so I kept going, fingering her a little between tries at insertion." Sarah felt herself get a little flush, imagining it was her ass getting sampled. Just listening to Ben recall the encounter was getting her hot. She cleared her throat, which had gone dry. "She was okay with you doing things like that to her?". He helped me upstairs to my — no — to the room I was using."I can't believe they back out like that." He burst finally."People do. I've been in eight foster homes." Eight?" People don't like me." I shrugged. "Why should they? Why do you?" I just do, Ok? And as much grief as he gives me, Mr. Redmond must definitely like you."My reply to that was cut off by Mrs. Raymond yelling. "Tish? Brian? Are you here?" She tapped on my door before opening it. "I thought I recognized your car. Keep that. Yes I wanted to fuck her again and I was thinking she wants the same.But something was wrong. During the dinner she didn't even look at me. No flirt, no blowing kiss, no touch.When she was washing dishes I came to her from behind and grabbes her ass, she turned around and gave me a big slap. I was staring at her for a while and after few secs left her alone.Me and my cousin were in his room, watching tv and chatting when aunt come to tell us good night and asked me if I can go to the kitchen. In truth, the champion had never gone past the third round and she had only been taken that far twice. All her other victories, all of them knockouts, had been first round affairs in which Layla had hardly been touched herself while using the complete novices as punching bags."Stay away from the right. Remember stick and move, wear her down," advised Vickie's lone corner man."Who's wearing who down?"asked Vickie, still trying to catch her breath."Hang in there kid," yelled Benny as the bell.