My eyes didn't leave her as she did that. All too familiar urges and pulses were assaulting my body. I was trying to figure her out, figure out what s...he was playing at. If she was playing at anything.The s'mores were gone and yet she stayed sitting just a very few feet from me as we both watched the fire slowly burn down. "Are you hiking again tomorrow?"I turned to look at her as I replied. "Probably something short. I need to drive to town and get food." I could wait another day, but I felt. There was a light on in the kitchen; I could see its glow quite clearly, and I heard mumbling. She was in the kitchen. Someone was with her. I headed downstairs barefoot and still stiff from sleep.Nearing the kitchen I was able to hear them more clearly; she had a visitor all right—at fucking 3:00 A.M! This wasn’t good. I snuck down the stairs but hung back around the corner from her, them, in the dinette, to hear what I could hear.“No, I haven’t laid it on him yet. Tomorrow morning after. I looked forward to every causal Friday in the office because she would always wear the tightest jeans. There was this one pair that always gave her a little wedgie in the crack of her ass. Every guy in the office would turn their heads and stared at that perfect ass. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. It was the kind of ass that you wouldn't care if she farted in your face. Although not in the same department we've worked together for about two years and became friends. She was a little. It's a long story, but it had grown up as a thing we did and which she had come to accept, and even expect. The trouble is that she didn't particularly relish it, but I never beat her sadistically and I had found that it excited me a good deal. It kind of became part of our usual sex play and I even found it made her wet and responsive to being fucked. I like fucking Suzy, pretty well any way you can imagine. But I particularly enjoy fucking her from behind. It is probably true to say that the.