He touched the hem of her dress and lifted for visual confirmation.A cute pussy and a small patch of hair stared back at him.She put her hands on his ...chest and lifted her body up.He hesitated for a moment. Then his eyes skirted around the forest preserve. No one was around. He held the dress up with one hand. With the other hand, he held his stiff cock in place.She groaned as her body slid down onto it.“Oh, bumpkin,” he muttered. “Oh, baby.”But it was just a taste she was giving him. She slid. She had always been hung up on her ex and she went back with him. I had few complaints. Mandi was 22, when girls are that age they change their minds quite a bit so I chalked the shit and moved on. We had some good times together, I let it go at that. A few months later I got a strange text from a number I didn't recognize. It said, wat u doin? Who's this, was my reply. A few minutes later their reply, Lisa.A week later we were dating. Looking back it was foolish, a menage a trois isn't the. He smiled as he added the two wires to the mixer, and then switched it all back on turning the power up a tad. He smiled at her, turned on the music centre tape recorder to record, then said, “you may scream if you wish, I love it, and I want to remember you after you have gone off home! Then taking his seat he sat nonchalantly chewing a toffee, waiting for her to scream. Mya would not give him that satisfaction, though her face showed pain, and her muscles twitched involuntarily at every jolt.. My pussy is pulsating and calls for my fingers, they are debating whether to open the stall door. It is a stall for invalids so it can fit a wheelchair, let alone two girls. "Oh, my god, Judy... I never would have believed it! I am really surprised at you, you naughty bitch. Can I come in and help you finish you off?" I can hear her taking off her coat. "Bloody hell yes!" I cry, I open the stall door and there she stands. Stunning as ever. Her hair is pinned up and she wears a slinky, scalloped.