"God damn it man, you're ass is hotter then your mom's." "Fuck, you." I'm serious man, I can't tell you how many times I've jacked off to her smack-ab...e ass, its so smooth and round. We're both straight, why don't you help me out? Its no big deal." I'm not gay, I'm not grabbing your cock," I thought he wanted me to jack him off, I was so wrong. Oh that massive rippling cock, its so big, I can't stop thinking about it, not in a gay way, it's just impressive. What does it feel like? shit I'm. I told her I'm coming in to to fuck her throat. She said yes and that she hope I'd do more. I found her in the hallway kneeling arm outstretched with 2 stocking legs. I took one and stretched it over her head and ripped a small hole near her mouth.. then felt if she was wet. She was soaking in just her hold ups and one over her head. Next I lifted her up into the kitchen an made her kneel. I told her I intend to tie her hands behind her back, that she could stop now and I'd walk out now. She. “Can we do it again?”“Not now,” I said “We’d better get you cleaned up. I think another bath is called for.”She pouted again but I got up and went into the bathroom and began to run the bath. I collected the towel and wiped most of the spilled fluids off her cunt and my cock and put the towel to one side. There were a few minor blood stains but nothing serious at all. I intended to secrete the towel, wash it at my convenience, returning it to the cupboard to leave no evidence.There was now. [But surely he meant they couldn't touch her, not the other way around, right?] At least that's how she had rationalized it in her head. Just as she suspected Shane didn't know what to do with his hands, just letting them hang loosely at his sides. That was fine with her. The song continued and Hayley sang it in a soft low voice as she made eye contact with Shane, "Once a whore, you're nothing more." she sang, giving her hips a thrust and grind in his lap, directly over the bulge in his.