We drank and chatted about day-to-day stuff: work, football, the usual small talk. I was a bit surprised that he was so normal and pleasant. Maybe I h...ad misjudged him as a rough sexual predator. I smiled to myself and felt more relaxed. “A girl could die of thirst in this house.” I turned to see Jill, and following behind I saw my wife. She looked nervous. “Sharon,” said Jill “This is Paul. Paul, this is my best friend, Sharon.” “Hello” said Sharon and I noticed shakiness in her voice. Minimal. I thought in my head what else could she do you give the cock one last shove in my ass and cum hard one more time all over the bunny. You shut it off and crawl off the machine that pleasures you now, you come to the front of me and place the stool at my face. You unstrap the ball gag and adjust the rod on the neck restraint to line my mouth up with your pussy and then lock it down. As you sit down on the stool the cum is dripping and pouring from your quivering cunt as you mash my face in. There was no doubt in my mind that she wouldn’t show me the best fucking time of my life with all the experience that she had fucking around. I told her no, that my father was home with three of his friends watching a ball game. That it was a very small apartment with walls of paper and that we would have to go somewhere else. She said that she couldn’t use her home because she didn’t want neighbors seeing us go in; afraid that one might tell her husband. So I said that I had an idea; went. “Ok ... why the hell Not? ... it can’t hurt anybody.” Patti smirked on knowing that exactly the opposite would apply.Lloyd almost felt like a new person as he drove off the highway and down the rudimentary track that led to the beach house, giving scant regard for the welfare of the Thunderbird, it’s pointy front dipping and diving like a boat in places as it bounced through ruts to its secluded location. The sea air seeming to boost his excitement as he thought on the vulnerable blonde, and.