That damn zap stick whipped around and, with perfect aim, slapped into my chest, leaving my other nipple between the two prongs.“You’re not gettin...g loose!” she exclaimed, adding, “Until I get a name!” and pushed the button.Well, at least the pain matched. So now both of my nipples were cooking and I swear, I could almost smell smoke coming off of them. I found myself trying to blow air on them as if putting out candles. In my anguish, I actually believed it helped.“I got your name you cunt!” I. .Mrs. Levine?” She opened her eyes and flashed that smile at me. “The gate’s open, come on in.” As I opened the gate and approached the chaise lounge, Mrs. Levine caught me by surprise. She lifted herself up off the chaise, swung her legs around and sat on the cushion totally topless. Her tits did not sag one bit and her belly was flat with just a couple of small rolls as she bent over to pick up her bikini top. Her nipples were small but hard as little bullets. She stood up. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?" He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Travis couldn't believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its distended head against the. Near the edge, he pulled her off, stepping out of the car. He ordered her to lie over the hood of the car, face down, and she felt the stinging heat of the engine on her breasts and belly. Removing his belt, he tied her hands behind her. When she resisted, he said, ‘be quiet or i will gag your mouth as well’. He dropped his pants, ran his hands over her exposed cheeks, spreading them, inspecting as well. One finger traced her asshole, then her cunt lips, and finally sank into her pussy. Covered.