I pushed my jeans down next, revealing that I hadn’t worn panties today. Soft brown curls greeted both of your gazes, cut short and neat. “Oh god,...” escapes Ernie’s lips. His cock is twitching, anticipating what he’s about to do.You quickly strip and move over to the couch, leaning back into it. Your cock juts up proudly, eagerly. I already want to go and sit in your lap, ride you hard, when you beckon me over.“Ernie, you might want to get undressed too,” you say as I pad across the carpet. I. She hadn’t even been lying. She couldn’t let him spank her. And with her panties pulled down? The humiliation made her face red, just thinking about it. But it also made her unbelievably wet. She couldn’t even tell how much of it was fear and how much of it was excitement. Her fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, slipped inside her sweats. Jesus I’m wet. This created nothing but confusion. Her phone rang. Her father, still at work, no doubt. The sharp rock returned to her stomach. . ”We made it to the parking lot and to her van. She then took both girls over to the sandbox where another woman was with her son. They had a few words and then the woman came back to me.We got in her van, closed the door, and she got on the backseat on her knees. She pulled her panties down and let me enter her from behind. It was great sex, it was hard, it was fast, and it was still great.She shoved two Kleenex in her pussy to absorb some of the moisture, pulled her panties up into place, and. "Hard work, construction, uh?" Yeah." Still, good for the biceps, Mark, right?" she says, flipping back into flirt mode.I just grin and shrug. I've had a ton of this from her before. It's nice but it's never gone any further.Then again, maybe this time it will, because the next thing is she's telling me how good it is to have a "real man around the house" and the manner in which she delivers this statement is every bit as suggestive as the way she's reclining on that sofa."Paul not a real man.