”I narrowed my eyebrows. I knew that grin. She didn’t forget and she wasn’t sorry.“Now it’s not much different than shaving your legs or pit...” She grabbed the shaving cream can. The pink foam wished out and expanded onto her palm. Then she leaned over and massaged it against my pussy. I groaned, closing my eyes as the sensations rippled through me.“You like that, huh?” she asked. “Of course you do. You have a such a hot cunt. That’s why you let your daddy fuck you.”“Yes,” I moaned and squirmed. I could feel her breathing heavily against my hand! She kept trying to remove my hand so i let go of her mouth! She was moaning lightly but begging me to continue fucking her. I went from short pounding thrusts to long deep thrusts and she began to whimper and told me to continue she was going to cum. I did as she begged my cock covered in her juices. Nothing is better than fucking a tight soaking wet poussy raw. I could feel every inch of her around my throbbing cock.She reached below and. Then their was her long dress, it was incredible, backless, figure hugging. A split in the front of the dress extended up, above her crotch. She wore a black thong, of the finest silk, shot through with radiating silver thread, so fine, it was almost not there. Black silk stockings, and silver eight inch heels completed her outfit. Julie wore a dress of shimmering deep blue, where Sue’s dress was backless, hers had a deep plunging neckline, she wore gold jewellery, numerous twisted gold chains. " Oh, I'm shaking, Harry. You're such a mean, old man." We'll soon see how old I am," he said, and for the first time since she had met him, Andrea had a sense of foreboding about the future.He left the apartment, making sure the door was slightly open, and counted to twenty. Why he picked twenty he could not say, but it seemed better than ten and thirty seemed too long. At the count of twenty, he kicked open the door, stepped inside the apartment and slammed the door shut behind him."What?".