The officer wrote down something in his notebook. ‘What else?’ he inquired. ‘When he finished, he turned to go and I hit him over the head with ...he lamp. He was going to rape me again, but I scratched his arms and face and the next thing I remember is Jake was there,’ Ashira said. The officer turned to Jake. ‘What were you doing there?’ the officer wanted to know. ‘I was doing inventory and ordering more lotion, bulbs, eye wear, and cleaning soaps, just like I do every Friday evening,’ Jake. I would do anything to see my daughter win.My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist’s crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flames and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.He was bigger than my. She quickly reached into the black briefs he wore, found the stiffening penis hidden there, and pulled it up, exposing it to the air.For just a moment she admired the size, shape and color of his throbbing cock before she stuck her tongue out and teasingly swirled it around the head. She looked up at him, and locking eyes with him once more, ran her tongue slowly down the length of his shaft, back up it, and then under the swelling head, just teasing it with the tip of her tongue.Glancing to. Are you coming to bed or not? I teased? Of course! she responded without missing a beat. She jumped up, kicked off her flip-flops, and pulled her black cotton dress over her tanned body, exposing her small, slightly-rounded ass, shaved, bald pussy, and no bra over her perky handful-sized breasts. She crawled in bed behind me in the spooning position, put her arm around me, and pressed her pussy against my ass. She kissed the back of neck and moved her hand slowly down my belly to my pussy. No,.