..don't think sobut then I just took it.you were on top of me at firstthen doggythat's okay, i like it doggy style :)you're deeper in me but it doesn'...t hurt as muchMe: I know you do. You like looking at yourself in the mirror.Thu: i like looking at us.i like watching you slide in and out of meMe: you would always come the hardest doggy-style.Thu: yeah, it's most intenseMe: Prob right. I just like taking my dick out and making you taste yourselfThu: I don't mind. I just like your dick in my. She closed her eyes and reveled for a moment in the blessed relief. She wished she could just climb in. She piled the frozen food in. When she was done, she grabbed a towel from the counter next to her and a handful of ice cubes from the ice box and made herself an impromptu ice pack. She took the ice pack and walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch. She dabbed the cold on her head and face. It felt so good! The heat of the air was already attacking the ice, and the towel. She planted her tequila-coated tongue in my mouth and snaked her hand under the bed covers. She worked her mouth down my bare chest, pulled back the covers and roughly tugged at my shorts. I was still a bit shocked, but managed to help by lifting my hips. She slid my shorts down. As soon as my cock burst from my shorts, she swooped on to it and began sucking it rigid. She was on her knees on the edge of the bed, her ass bobbing high in the air. Her skirt now riding up her thighs and exposing. “Hell, it's kewl Matt, I ain't no snitcher” Miss Linda came in after Joey waved at her. She said that Jerry down at the grill told her where we were, and explained it was kinda a secret hideout. She just wanted to come by and tell us thanks for rescuing Joey at school today. “Ahh it was no problem, Ms Linda—he appeared to be in pretty much dire straights.” “Yes, and he did confide in me that he had been getting beat up often at school. I just don't understand why they keep picking on him. It.