” We both looked down at my surging cock extending well above her two gripping hands. She had them wrapped as far as they could go around my stiff e...rection and they weren’t even close to being closed. As we had been talking about our plans to seduce Sharon, I had felt myself getting more and more aroused and my cock had gotten rock hard; I was ready to slide it deep into that succulent ass of hers once again.“Here Emma, wipe your hands on this,” I said as I passed her my cum towel, “then follow. They kept making small talk, but when they looked at her, their eyes sparkled. Anya was still a virgin, and she'd never done more than kiss a few boys, but she still recognised that eager look in her cousins' lovely green eyes. Desire.She tried to forget about it as the car pulled up to the leafy driveway. The wonderful garden stretched out on either side as they drove up the hill, and the familiar house appeared against the bright blue sky. They got out of the car, Sam helpfully carrying. What posed as a thick slice of ham was actually a chewed-off chunk of half-cooked lunch meat that tasted vaguely like bologna, and the mound of chilly that had been clumped together in the side-section of his tray was actually a pile of undercooked kidney beans with a soupy orange sauce that runneth over the top, the same litter of pubic hair and long, crusty eyelashes mixed in with every mouthful. He even found a tiny white mite that lived within the juices of the lunch meat, and once again he. Any thoughts of an easy paycheck went out of the window at the first sign of anything more than mildly inconvenient pain, and a broken nose/busted jaw more than qualified in their minds for the “fuck this, I'm out” clause that always came up when the pissy little Pressman ass-stain tried throwing other people at his problems. Namely, you.This time though, a knife to your side provides a very painful epiphany: you had gotten too complacent.Jeremy had always been a hands-off kind of guy: his.