After removing her pants and I was greeted by the cutest undies ever, they were white with pink polka dots on them and I started rubbing her clit from... over the panties and damn!! She was drenched in her own juices and she said I can’t control anymore, bury your face inside of me and this time.I decided to tease her a little and I kissed everywhere around her pussy but not on it and she got furious and removed her panties in a flash and took hold of my hair and pushed me inside her wet pussy,. ..Tits? Since when I called my tits a tits? What was it called again? Tatas? Badonkadonk? Gazoongas? Cowmilker? Lisa thought hard about the anatomically correct and normal moniker for her tits.A man entered the room, the man with a nasty grin was quite familiar as they met today. He was Dirt E. Douche, the concierge of the Complete Workout Beauty Salon."I bet you may wonder what is happening to you?" The douchebag said."Release me! This is kidnapping! You will not get away with this! My family. I was simply afraid that a good fuck would make her think that I was in love with her and that she'd want to move in with me. No such luck, dear Alison; my cock has no fidelity.She had been living on the West Coast for a few years and was planning to move back to Atlanta. She'd called and asked if she could crash with me while she looked for an apartment. Sure, why not? I'd gotten the condo in my divorce from the Cunt because she had a high income sugar daddy to keep her feet warm and her. She didn't appear the next day either, and I went shopping in Waynesville for more food, then cleaned up the place until dusk fell.After my shower, I sat on the porch and drank some more beer, listening to the frogs. I thought I must be obsessed: I couldn't get her out of my mind for more than a few minutes at a time. I fervently hoped the "next time" would be soon or else I'd go crazy.The weekend arrived and I was sitting on the front porch with my coffee, kicked back in my chair with my feet.