“Hey!” Tony yelled in alarm, reaching his hands to push the girl off of him. “What are you doing you freak!”Chloe continued pulling at the fr...ont of Tony’s pants while her other hand swatted at Tony’s hands. “I’m earnin’ my cookies, mister,” she said with all the enthusiasm a young girl can have.“What? No, hey, stop… Ow!” Tony’s hand recoiled for a moment as Chloe began pinching it to keep it away.“My cookies,” Chloe said and giggled. With practiced ease she got the front of Tony’s pants. She struggled to get away but in the drooping hammock, and armless, she had little ability to maneuver, and so there was little she could do to prevent me from pulling my skirt over her leg and then pressing her toes up against my pussy. That organ quickly dampened as I rubbed it over the big toe, which slid inside my folds readily. She resigned herself to this act, and began to frig my cunny with her foot, the big toe going inside me, the foot rubbing my clitoris. Within a few moments of this. I miss you, John Duh- stop playin'." I "My nigga you stressin' cuz Khloe hit me with a text , why you trippin'.?" You "Yeah whatever, come here." You wearing Black B.F. Clothing sweats, black hoody, and a black beanie.We chillin by the benches your sitting above the benches on this tan rock banister. I come up in front of you, we get to talkin'. I "So you miss me huh?" You "Yes, why you playin'?" I wrap my arms around that jumbo round juicy luscious fat ass, up under ya sweat pants and and. “Jeremy, you and your friends all had your fun, please respect us as your elders. I am 40, more than twice your age. Please end this.” I texted, pleading with him.My phone buzzed again with an incoming text.“Read it, honey.” My husband asked.I was wondering whether I should, as the last time I did, he nearly had a heart attack.I let out a huge sigh and continued reading it loud. “Your strict demeanour only lasted when you aren’t with me slut. I know how much you longed for my cock. The way you.