Boytoy and I had discussed it even, and I was very anxious to see if perhaps he would like to come along (even if the thought of sharing him makes me ...growl a little bit), but the gentleman who had invited me indicated that if I could make it, I would be his partner for the night and so with a pout, I had to postpone swinging with my Boytoy. I really wanted to go spend the night curled up beside Boytoy, taking that big dick every time he felt like impaling me. Another friend had invited me. I hadn’t seen either Melody or Kate this morning, either at home or here at the jobsite. It was making me nervous and upset. I drank another cup of coffee before climbing the scaffold, knowing full-well that I’d end up having to stop painting to go piss. I was cued up with Seattle Grunge, starting with the classic Nirvana piece “Nevermind” and Pearl Jam’s “Ten.” I kept loading the list with Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Smashing Pumpkins, Green River, Mudhoney, and Blood Circus. I mixed in some. Slowly her body started coming back down, her body stopped convulsing, her hips stopped gyrating and her breathing slowed. Her eyes finally opened, those big black beautiful eyes. Her body was soaked from perspiration, her hair a tangled mess sticking to her face. She never had looked sexier. She suddenly got this wild look in her eye, that look could only mean one thing. She wasn’t done yet. That look sent my already rock hard penis into a tizzy. It tried to get even more erect. She swiftly. Sie fleht das nicht ihrer Mutter zu zeigen. Ich erpresse sie, dass sie den Schaden nur mit Nacktfotos s gut machen könne. Zuerst fotografiere ich sie nackich beim posen. Dann muss sie sie ihre Schenkel spreizen weil ich ihre Pussy fotografieren soll. Sie ist nicht rasiert und die fette Möse liegt unter einer speckigen Bauchfalte hinter einem Busch blonder Schamhaare verdeckt. Ihre Klitoris ist ziemlich groß, sie kann bestimmt sehr geil sein. Ich bin sicher, das sie regelmäßig ausgiebig.