"Hi, I'm Sharon and you had your cock down my throat last night and I have just read your note"."Hi Sharon I'm Ben, you had better come and see me ton...ght as I want a repeat performance and come dressed like the slut you want to be"."Ben I have nothing to wear only what I was in last night will that do, but I do have a pair of stripper heels in white with a 6" heel"."Perfect" he replied."What are you going to do to me " I inquired."Just wait and see slut".I ended the call and sat back in the. He said he was horny and thinking about me. He has a good way with words, he stirred up my juices and my carnal cravings for him and his sensational cock.I told Brad to give me an hour before knocking on my door. Thoroughly hot, sticky, and sweaty after my slutty afternoon with Matt, I stepped into the shower again, washing off the shaving cream and cum from my crotch and ass, and giving myself a douche to flush out the semen and shaving cream still inside my pussy. My hair was a tangled mess,. She was reaching up her back under her shirt and undoing the clasp of her bra. I let her continue as I put my hands under her loose t-shirt and held her waist. Hooking my thumbs under the elastic waistband of her yoga pants I slowly peeled them down, over her round ass and then down to her knees and then to her ankles. As I crouched, pulling her pants down my face brushed by her crotch. She had on white cotton panties and I could smell her wet musky pussy beneath. After I had her pants at her. The human voice had been female. It sounded tired, strained, fatigued in some way. As if she’s walking up a hill. Walking towards a cottage. Walking towards where they saw the light. He creeps towards the window, almost on all fours. He cowers below the level of the window, and then peeps out into the night. The poker scrapes on the wooden floor. He looks towards the Irish coast, hoping to see the distant glow of the towns across the bay. Because what he wants now, is human contact. He wants.