"Now let's make this into a REAL story our readers can enjoy. What do you intend to do with that naked woman in your bed? You can do anything you like... with her." With your hands finally freed from the invisible binds of the keyboard, you waste no time depriving them from what they were so meant to do, TOUCH. Your hands slide up my creamy smooth thighs and palms molds themselves around my ass. I watch as you lift me up a few inches, enough so that I feel the warm moist friction of your piston. During the summer the place turned into our local meat market. They also had one of their most popular bands playing that night. Kelly immediately excused herself to the restrooms and I went to the bar to get us some drinks.When Kelly found me, I could see she had tucked in the top of the cups as far as they would go. From maybe a half-inch above her areolae her tanned boobs were exposed. She gulped down a big swig of beer and said: “Well, that was fun!”I was confused. “The beer?” I asked.“No,. “What the fuck are, you doing upstairs anyway I have not called for you. Your place is downstairs in the fucking kitchen, or washing the fucking car and servicing it to ensure it is running perfectly not wondering around the house like you fucking own it.” Karen saw his eyes glaze over and she just struck him across the face, how dare he ignore her, the fucking guy would have his notice by the end of the week and then let him find another job, he would be lucky to drive a taxi after she. He unbuckled the ankle strap on her shoe and tenderly removed it from her foot. She offered him the other shoe. After he removed the second heel he massaged her leg from her foot to her slit.Kelly stepped back and laid down in the middle of the closest bed with her knees pulled up. Jack, still clothed, crawled up and went down on her. Kelly watched Gordon undress. He walked up to the side of the bed. His huge prick was about half-mast. He climbed up and knelt next to Kelly’s mouth and she.