I cupped and squeezed her honey dew melon size cheeks, pulling them towards me urgently. The soft moans of her passion thick as she ran her fingers th...rough my long hair.My lips continued to kiss up her neck, licking under her jaw line, to the left and nibbling on her ear "Oh I want to taste you my peach." She let the blouse slide down her arms and fall off onto the counter as I helped raise her ass up,pulling her skirt to her hips as I sat her gingerly on the cold surface. She leaned her head. Both of them regretted the end of the evening. ‘Oh, damn!’ Sharon said, the sight of her husband snapping her back to reality. Byron was asleep at the table, his head pillowed on his folded arms, next to his empty glass and the empty pitcher. How was she going to get him home? ‘If you don’t think I’m out of line, I’d be happy to give you a hand with him,’ Dalton suggested, noting the look on Sharon’s lovely face. ‘I don’t think you’ll be able to manage him yourself.’ ‘Thank you, I…I’d love some. He had to answerit, now. "I'm sorry, I have to answer this." He quickly rushed out of theroom. He had no choice; he had to answer it, now. "Hello?"There was a sing-songy voice on the other end of the line. "OMG, I NEEDTO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" It was a sissy on the other end of the line. Asissy faggot. A sissy faggot like Paul. A sissy faggot like PansyPumpscock.Paul could feel Pansy taking over. He could feel the words forcingthemselves out of his mouth as he rushed down the hall trying to find. He slid his fingers up and down her denim-covered crotch, opening just one snap, and sliding his middle finger into her. ‘Oh, you are such a little Whore, aren’t you.? You are so ready to fuck, you can hardly wait. But you’ll wait.’ He pulled himself up on the car, and said, ‘Undo your jeans, and pull them down to your thighs, then get over my lap on your stomach, Slut. You need your punishment.’ He pulled his finger out of her and snapped the snap, then allowed her access to his thighs. The.