..I don't want to hit Irmagard. I just want to hug hirand you know, do hir hair. I mean I could do it, I'm not that big of awimp. But as the great ...bard said, 'This above all: to thine own self betrue.'"What are you waiting for? My ass is right here." She lifts it up andbrushes it against the paddle.I gently kiss each beautiful, sexy ass cheek of Irmagard.I kneel on the floor holding the paddle out to hir.Sie sits up. Smirks at me in a very superior kind of way. Kicks thepaddle out of my. The one who survived was always the winner.He landed hard on top of her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. They wrestled on the ground for a few minutes, each becoming more aroused.When he finally had her pinned, Lisa bit off one of the buttons on his jacket and vanished. As Mac fell through the space she’d occupied, she landed on his back and tried to get her arm around his neck. He rolled over and was on top of her again, only facing away from her now. As he continued to roll, Lisa got both. She could tell I was extremely uneasy about her talking that way. She leaned in closer and said you are making my pussy wet by wanting me to fuck that guy. I said I never said I wanted you to make love to him. She said I would never make love to him, I felt relieved ,untill she said I would fuck him but no love would be involved. Then she said since I'm wearing this short skirt I think I'll just flip it up in back and let him drive his hard black cock into my hairless white pussy. She almost. ”She had already stacked up several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player. While she started the music, I made us a couple of drinks.We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity. Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. They were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. Little Mel emitted cooing sounds each time I squeezed her ass and.