She came from my expert lovemaking skills. Not from a dildo.”“Skills? All I’ve seen is you moving your oversized cock in and out. You’ve got n...o technique. No skill.”Batman looks at Cassandra, who mewls as she fingers herself, primed for a fucking, “Alright, I’ll make her cum without fucking her.”He gets down on his hands and knees as Bruce sticks his face against Cassandra’s minge. He inhales the scent of her desperately wet pussy. He takes hold of her wrist to move her finger out of her pussy. I was half sleeping whilst listening to music when Owen heard a car pull up in our neighbours drive. Shit! It was our neighbour Ted obviously back from business early and hopefully not going to pop his head over the fence and say hi! Owen at this point was upstairs getting changed whilst I was down on the patio area lying on my back shades on with my 34ff boobs out getting a very good tan developing having a great time. Ted had walked into the front of his house so there was no problem I was. Spindly men who thought their education was the golden ticket to marriage and had nothing else to offer could dream of young women like her — she knew she deserved better. Someone more handsome, someone a bit more established in their life and in society. She wandered around the party, glass of champagne in one hand and a glittery clutch in the other. Her mother had given her a dress specifically for this party. A sparkling pink, knee-length dress that plunged at the chest and easily swung. Reassured, I drifted back to sleep. I would admire the sun wafting through the branches, varying as the breezes moved the tree limbs. Cuddling back up to my companion, I’d resume sleeping, until the next disturbance roused me.Finally, awakened at dusk, I turned from my bed-mate, and wriggled from our nest. I pulled the pistol from my boots, stepped into them, and pulled my trousers up, settling my belt around my waist. Shaking out my shirt, I drew it on myself, and buttoned it in a hurry. The.