“Can I crash at your house this evening?” I asked Stephanie, as I unloaded by backpack into my locker. “My parents are arguing again. I think th...ey are getting a divorce.” “I am sorry sweetie,” she tried to console me, running her hand over my back. “I know this has to be hard for you.” Four years ago, when we were thirteen, Stephanie’s parents decided to get a divorce. They only lived down the street from one another now but it was still hard on her at the time. Now she loves it. If she is. Replacing his hat he asks, "Do you know how fast you were going ma'am?" I smile sweetly at him, "Two things. Please don't call me ma'am, I'm not nearly old enough for that. Secondly I was going somewhere around 100". He took off his sunglasses revealing ocean blue eyes. He raises an eyebrow at me and says, "so miss you were going around 100 miles per hour in a 70?". I defiantly tilted my chin up, said yes and shot him this sexy smile. He smirked and asked for my license and registration. He. I timed mybobs to correspond with his thrusting hips. John's cock, purple with need,slid in and out of my wet, red-lipsticked lips effortlessly. My fingersencircled his shaft, stroking in time with my mouth and urging him to cum."Oh God!" he cried. "I am gonna cum!" My response wasn't spoken, becausethat would require me to break suction from his cock. Instead, I hummed apleasurable sound that conveyed my willingness to accept his sperm. I felthis cock swell as cream flowed through the. He travelled lower, pausing to tantalise and tease as he went. A nibble at my inner elbow, a long drink at my belly-button before he finally settled himself between my legs in a ritual I knew well. He was going to settle in and drink at me like a dehydrated man would at an oasis. It was the most amazing experience and just knowing it was coming was almost enough to send me over the edge again. But Patrick didn’t start immediately. Instead he pointed with his head to our neighbours. Lisa was.