Frankie thanked the man and took the box back inside to open it. The card with the red roses simply said, "I knew your address but notyour phone numbe.... How can I ask you out again?" It was signed Alex andhis phone numbers were written below.Frankie decided to exercise through his hangover. He was a little fuzzyfrom last night's partying. He dug out some running clothes. He wore asports bra and running pants with a built in panty. He grabbed a pair oftight shorts and a brief top. Pulling his. Then the ride began. I was moving my hips forward and back and side to side and round and round as I lifted up and down on his prick. Brad kept up a steady motion as he fucked me in and out. The three in the movie had finished and were collapsed down on the bed. I thought to myself that my session better last a hell of a lot longer than theirs did. I am so enjoying my fucking, like my mind was detached from my body as I rode Brad’s meat. Then I felt something hard and hot rubbing up and down my. I start to rub on her face mmmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Stella stood up and i kissed her and tasted the taste of my juice. Then i started to squeeze the tits harder and harder, i played with the nipple and pulled i repeated it again and again. Then i sucked her nipple and bite it and pull it with my teeth. i felt a hand on my ass it was the guy( his name is jack), rubbing over my ass and he moved his hand to my tits and pulled me to him and kissed me from back, i could feel his BBC. The table moved aggressively and creaked loudly."Oh, god! I'm coming!" I cried out loud just as my body convulsed on top of the demolished chocolate pie. I came inside it. My body collapsed on top of it. I breathed heavily with satisfaction as a smile curled around my lips. Gasps of shock came."Scott!" I heard my dad's voice say with shock.Oh, crap! I thought. I was still on the table with my shorts down to my knees with my bare butt on show for the whole world to see."Dad, hey," I said,.