Instead of seeing the face of Paul out the window, I saw hazily, and surprisingly, Danny. I slid the window back, slowly, careful to keep the noise to... a minimum. “Danny?” was my incisive and witty opening line. “Hey Maddie.” “What, uh… what are you doing here?” “I saw you walk up the street just a little bit ago and I wanted to come up and see you.” “Well, do you wanna climb in the window?” I asked. My window was on the side of the house behind a row of shrubs and, luckily, my room was at the. Trap , useless , telling my neighbor Alfred i never ever expected to be like this slap my face with his huge bbc''in,.,,,there''he got back with it took one of my pillow and i was sit on it by him turning it on''ok good boy, now tell me, why are you fucking your pretty ass all the time''i look up at him stroking his bbc on my lips''answer or i smack you again ''''because , i wanted to try....''''but this is not trying boy, i ear you one night smacking your ass agaisnt my bedroom , this is not. There were three wooden benches and as we moved to one of the seats I realized that there were two beggars sleeping behind the seats. The bus shelter had a wall towards the back so it was still dry and warm. Since the rain didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon, we moved to the back on one of the benches away from the splattering of rain and cuddled together for warmth.I smoked a cigarette and though my wife doesn't smoke, she took a few drags just to keep warm. Just then we saw one. I lick from your breasts to your navel as my hands trace down the sides of your body. I spread your legs and dive tongue first into your pussy. Up and down, side to side, circles and swirls, I have your clit all in a whirl. I like it when you arch your back. I love to hear it when you moan your responses and feed my hardness. I cup your legs, finding pleasure in the warmth my dick feels from your pussy. Slow at first, grinding circles inside you. Then I tell your pussy to come here with my.