”“I have a machine shop in Sheridan,” I said, “I was thinking about cannon barrels out of brass.”“You do? I’d like to see that,” he sa...id. A girl ... she can’t be twenty ... with her own shop? Yeah ... I’d like to see it.“When do you want to go?” I said.The cannon match wasn’t until Sunday.“Now?” he said. Let’s see what kind of excuses she can come up with to stay here.“Come on ... I have to tell the girls where I’m going.” I told him. “I should change out of my shoot clothes. Jeans and a shirt. Her knees were still looped over his shoulders, and as he stood, her ass came up off the side of the bed. Reaching down, he used one hand to spread her cunt and the other to fix the thick cocktip just inside the grip of her tight pussy lips. Releasing the opened pussy, Amy was sure she could hear her cunt lips snap closed on his prick.Al moved his hand to her clitoris and rubbed it lightly, maddeningly, the dry friction doing its work. Amy jerked and bucked up at him, swallowing more and more. What vanity, she thought, only to be interrupted by a voice coming from directly in back of her."Why, hello, neighbor," a woman's voice called out warmly.Katy turned to find a very attractive, somewhat familiar-looking woman smiling at her. "I beg your pardon," Katy replied, slightly puzzled, not sure where she had seen her before."I'm sorry," the woman said. "I guess you don't recognize me. It's just that we're neighbors. I'm Jessica Crespo. I believe you bought the townhouse at the top of my. With my other hand, I slide it around my first that is in your pussy to get it full of your juices, then slide one finger into your ass. You yelp with surprise then start to moan in pleasure. I stop everything. I told you to be quite or else, now it is time for “or else”. I pick up your thong on the floor and rub it all over your leaking pussy, and then I crawl back up your body. Squeezing your cheeks to force your mouth open, I shove your pussy soaked thong into your mouth. Once I am sure you.