“Honey why did you bring one of the pillows from my couch with you.” Sheila asked noticing I had it in my lap. I picked it up revealing my full er...ection, which was showing no signs of going down.“How else was I supposed to get to the car like this,” I said. Sheila burst out laughing.Of course it took two hours to get there and Sheila kept herself occupied as she often does, one foot on my lap, the other up on the dash, smiling and winking at strangers as she fingers herself to multiple orgasms.. She came out; we wished each other good night and hugged softly. I couldn’t resist and gave her a peck on her cheek, which made her blush. We parted.Our messaging continued and drew us closer. We also met occasionally and I helped her find a new home, also with a lot of other stuff over time. Our closeness kept growing and I became fond of her. The feeling was mutual. I used to keep looking at her while she often asked what I am looking at. I replied negative, but she sensed my fondness.The day. For some reason she crossed her arms, holding her bra to her breasts. He turned her around and gently made her move her arms. He pulled the bra off her shoulders, slowly, letting more and more of her breasts be exposed, until it was hanging on her wrists, stretched across her abdomen.“So beautiful,” he sighed. He leaned forward and pulled her down a bit, to suckle at one nipple. She watched the top of his head, felt the crinkle and saw the nipple he wasn’t sucking stiffen. When he let go, she. Lily directed me to lie back on the bed, explaining that she wanted to show me what exactly could be done with her tongue stud. She took me into her mouth, and I quickly got hard again, especially when she began to flick the stud against the sensitive tip of my cock. Again, she wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, but something about her – maybe it was the whole punk aura, maybe the bisexual thing – made me horny beyond belief. I started to eat her pussy as we sixty-nined each other, and I.