When I returned to the apartment of Friday night and found Bambi’s party for the two of us I steeled myself and carried myself well. If it were poss...ible, I’d have loved Bambi Lynn even more for the party she had prepared. When we prepared for bed that night, her new ‘red shortie nightee’ was more than I could stand. I masturbated into a condom, under the covers, a manoeuvre that I had developed to prevent messes from ejaculations while in bed. Then, I rolled over and feigned sleep. Perhaps I. She had to help a little with that, holding them up as I fumbled around.My very hard cock was pressed between her ass cheeks and I started thrusting, sliding it up and down against that tight little ring of muscle. It felt so good when she squeezed me with her ass I considered coming right there. I didn't though because she'd wanted something different.I held her hands up high, with her help, and bent my legs, shifting my cock to her pussy getting ready to enter her. She was so wet that when I. – The figure waited patiently, behind a tree just three paces from the road. The black clothes and black kerchief over the face left only the eyes, together with the fair skin around those eyes, exposed. Dark hair curled around the face and down to the shoulders, adding to the figure’s invisibility under the gloom of the forest at night. In the right hand was a pistol, cocked already. The hand holding it was black-gloved. The well-trained horse was tethered well back from the road. In. “I thought we could have a little fun before the party. Since you started at work I have spent many a night picturing you topless and as you can see it has turned me on to the point I thought I would get a little drunk and make a move to see what would happen. I'm sorry but I'm happy that you didn't kick me right here." He pointed to his balls.I think I said I would never do that. "I could have just slapped your face and left, right?" He nodded. As he did I just reached down, grabbed an ice.