The fingers of his other hand started massaging her clit. Melissa closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. Her legs felt l...ike jello. As she thought of him taking her right there in the easement only feet away from people walking by, she came. She stifled her cries, and felt his fingers get wetter as her warm nectar flowed over them.She turned to him. His cock was straining against his pants, making an obvious tent-pole. She reached down to feel his crotch. He grinned. She thanked him, scrapping her nails on his palm as she took the dime. Candy did her best catwalk as she minced over to the payphone and smiled back. The brunette shot daggers at her but she continued to smile as she fake-dialed a number. Suddenly she frowned; her eyes began to tear. She minced back sadlt, pretending to brush a last tear out of her eye. As she passed by the table, she stopped."Thanks for the dime," she sniffled.Male Model looked up. "Everything o.k.?" How sweet he should. Rich loved it. If there was one thing he loved about sex it wasn’t so much the act, but rather seeing his partner thoroughly enjoying themselves; he found nothing hotter than to hear a woman moan and see her enthralled by her orgasm. After admiring her for a bit, stroking his cock under the sheet out of her view, he ordered her to remove her pants and stay in her panties. “Bend over, let me see that cute ass” he demanded as she peeled her Saturday morning sweatpants off. As she bent over, her. . and he showed me... us... what we could do to keep clear of sinful lust. I've sort of... don't think bad of me, Bill... I've sort of hoped we could... together... help each other? Would you like to touch me, Bill? Like, put your hands on me?" Oohhh Rachael... more than anything in the world. Can I?" Had he misjudged her? Had some horny preacher already been dipping his pail in her well?"Hmmm," the girl sighed as she came into his arms again and, as his hands slipped under he baggy sweater,.