"The sweet smell of hard-earned cash." He turned to me and said, "let's go." By then, Mr. A was back in the car and had already started pulling away.D...iamond Doug walked me up four flights of stairs and down a dirty hallway. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. There was a low moan from inside and he opened the door.The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat,. As you placed the cup down, your head lifted slightly, and we looked into each others eyes, in the vain hope of finding an answer how to cope with our feelings, and still our fingers remained touching, teasing exhilaration. Then you smiled, that special smile you saved for me and me alone, and our fingers disengaged. I echoed you with my own smile, and my eyes emitted animated euphoria as kicking a shoe off, you stretched a leg out, eager to enjoy compliments of pleasure produced from a. The sweat thatrolled from his body made the slipping and sliding motions even more pronouncedand it was all Herb could do to keep his excited stiffness from exploding. Somethingabout the deserted woods and the scratchy blanket was really turning him on and hecould tell that it was having the same lusty effect on Gail. Her cuntal walls weregripping his throbbing penis tightly, rubbing and fluttering around his stiff, meatyspear like a heated silken fist.“Ooooooh!” she moaned aloud, as Herb’s. Before I knew it, he had spread my thighs, causing my dress to spring to my waist and he had plugged his long hard cock into my soaking wet hole. I gasped in both surprise and discomfort.Once his hard pole was safely lodged in my vagina, this bastard gripped my buttocks with his huge hands and pulled me onto the rest of his long cock. Again my shock gave way to loud moans. This man had my back pinned to the bar, my butt on the bar stool and my ankles now over his shoulders. He began pounding me.