Sandy always reminded me of what the blond cheerleader in high school that caught every guys eye would look like ten or fifteen years after high schoo.... We had begun a close friendship with Dave and Sandy the first day we met them. It was in late April or early May and I was in the front yard working on our sprinkler system. I was cleaning the sprinkler heads from the winter mud that was caked around them and getting ready for the summer yard care. Dave came out from his garage, saw me and said. In the mean time our exploration of each other and our fantasies gained pace, I had always had a thing about kissing so after getting cleaned up and dressed in a lovely long satin nightdress and Matt dressing in a sweet pair of pink knickers with a matching suspender belt black stockings and a bra we laid on the bed and spent hours lying together just kissing and caressing but only rarely touching each others cocks.Having an erection for hours on end without an orgasm was like a delicious. His mind was dreaming of pouncing on the hot blonde. He imagined she was a hot lay who loved sex. He hoped she was as horny as he was. He wondered if she knew how to squirt. He'd like to lick her pussy while she orgasmed on his tongue. His mind was racing with filthy thoughts.He couldn't help himself and swatted at her behind.“Oh my! Why did you do that?”“There was a bug on your skirt. Sorry about that!"“No worries. I just didn’t know why you would spank me.”“I do like to spank my. . "Answer the question -- who controls YOU?!"Candace didn't have an answer; what she DID have was an imperative to mollify Toby, at all costs! She found that without something to say, she couldn't remove her mouth from his cock; instead, she backed off until her lips enveloped only the head and washed it with her tongue, looking for some sign of pleasure before making another inexplicable attempt to lodge it in her throat, her eyes on him constantly.Why didn't she answer? Why was she sucking.