You just met me.”“I never knew how much I needed you until I did.”“You're just drunk.”“And horny as fuck.” He laughed, and his abs rippl...ed in the dim moonlight.“I can fix that for you.”“I bet you can.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for another wet kiss. His hand was under my shirt, on my breast, reaching around the outline of my bra to the skin below the thin fabric.“I will. But you have to do something for me.”“Anything.”“Don't remember me tomorrow.”“Of course I'll remember. K. because the guys are very nice”. Meanwhile my cock was big again and Moana felt on her knees starting one of her big blowjobs. Obviously that was the decision. The eight guys applauded again and sat around us on the grass, but not at 15m away, it was now just 2 meters . There was nearly no space left between us and them. Anyway Moana was the guiding part and obviously enjoying the publicity. We did a lot of different things before entering a very long fucking part. It also took me a bit. When she walked in to the empty house she wasn’t thinking about chores she was thinking about her wonderful fantasy and how she needed a little more time to relax into it. She looked out the living room window to make sure the neighbor wasn’t out in his yard, slipped out of her clothes and stood there naked, she closed her eyes and started to fantasize, remembering different times the young, strong neighbor had smiled at her, or times when she had watched him working out in the yard. She felt. She was a cake eater, plain and simple. When you caught her and took the cake away, she choked on the crumbs. And the best part was she did it to herself, you didn’t have to lift a finger. Grow up and move on. You’re young, rich, not repulsive to look at. Think of it this way, Stumpy, it’ll keep you out of the grasp of those country club sharks. You know I’m only doing it because I love you.’ She tried to look innocent. I laughed. ‘Yeah, and a side benefit would be getting Mom off your ass.