A fucking Baptist? No, certainly not a fucking Baptist. Whatever the hell he was, he was one idiotic homo sapiens, I knew that much.Well, he finally c...ame back and leaned over and laid a kiss on Brenda's lips that I thought for-sure meant that he'd changed his mind, had come to his senses, and was prepared to fuck her brains out.But, no. It was just his farewell smack.Oh, he was overheated, his own self. The bone trying to get out of his pants hadn't gone away, and I had to admit he looked. Rhee immediately broke upfield and right, while Heather hauled left. Civia one-touched the ball to me and immediately headed upfield. I one-touched it on the ground to Heather, who had begun angling upfield at full speed, heading right for Shameka. As soon as the ball left my foot, I began moving hard to the left and upfield, while Rhee had turned around and come back to the center of the field curling around behind me. Shortly before Heather reached Shameka, she back-heeled it, then peeled. Lemme run back to work and clock out. I’ll be back in twenty.”Lenny Gooden set the oven to warm, threw the pizza inside, and headed back to his bathroom. He brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth, and rubbed lavender scented baby lotion all over his body. Then, he put on a yellow lace-trimmed tank top and a pair of black nylon & spandex mix boyshorts that had ‘NAUGHTY’ written across the butt in gold block letters. He added a pair of white footies then grabbed a seat on the couch in the living. This exposed her beautiful cunt to her first man other than her husband. Pushing her legs up, her knees bent, opening her to the pleasure she was to receive. With an ankle in each hand, he bent forward, kissing the lips of her beautiful flower. It was everything he could muster, to keep from plowing into the sexy woman right then. Feeling her silk stockings rub against his face with it buried between Toni's thighs, his cock strained to its maximum girth aching for release. Forcing restraint.