“I can’t do it.” “WHY?” I responded “Because Fuck you that’s why. Look I will work with you. Let’s hang out tonight you and me. Come t...o my place. You don’t work tomorrow. Just relax and let’s talk. I was desperate. “Fine. We can talk this out in person”. He texted me his address and I was on the way.I got to a house. A normal looking house with just two windows by the door. “Is this the right place? ” I thought. This is too plain. I knocked on the door while calling the cell and Dave peeked out. Dean flipped the clasp like an expert and everything came spilling out. Now both of Dean’s hands were under her shirt and pumping her tits furiously. Sometimes he’d stop pumping the meat and move to pinching her nipples. Lindsay felt like she should stop him, but the truth was that she didn’t want to. She liked his warm hands on her. Dean leaned over and gave her another kiss on the neck. Lindsay started to pant, she realized that she might cum right there if Dean didn’t stop. When Lindsay. Although I had been wanking at almost every opportunity it felt more exciting and special doing it with him and I was also excited about looking at his magazines again. We talked for a bit and he asked me how I'd been getting on and I knew exactly what he meant. I told him I had masturbated several times and I really enjoyed it and he said that was good news! He had placed some magazines on the table in the living room and without being invited I took off my jeans and under pants as Tom sat in. She let out loud shrieks and moans that made all of them a little concerned that someone would hear them. Her orgasm lasted for two or three minutes and actually consisted of two very intense orgasms followed by a series of smaller, less intense ones that left her in tears of joy and pleasure when they finally subsided. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I have never in my life cum that hard! Shit, that was sensational! Rick, when you cum, I want to watch you shoot it on Karen's face. I want to see you cum.