Then I removed the top. It was exciting to sit naked in my living room, watching boys surfing. It was almost as if I could feel them looking at me. My... middle finger entered the opening, and it was immediately wet. I went to get a towel. Another finger was wetted, and then a third. I slid them together up and then down again, with one finger on each side, and one directly on the clit. So much for waiting for tomorrow. I slid my hand back and forth, as I watched the surfers watch me. My movements. Allyssa understood this and accepted it gratefully. Truth be told, this was exactly what she wanted from him as well. She wanted to be used, to be humiliated, to be treated like a dirty back-alley cunt. She loved it when he was mad at life... it made him treat her rougher and more brutish. She loved it when he was harsh and hard on her; she wanted to be roughed up and treated like a cheap whore. Rodney sat down on the bed while Allyssa undressed him, pulling his t-shirt over his head and laying. It would spoil everything if I turned around and told her exactly what I wanted her to do, but I want to do just that. Instead, I pull the pillows closer to me and let my legs part a little. I lose the contact with her thighs but all I’m doing is trying to encourage her. She needs it. Right now, she needs to be encouraged.It worked. It always does.I feel her finger slide between the crack of my bottom once more and then along my anus. She tickles me there for a while. I want her to bend down so. He barely knew what he was doing, not helped by being hypnotised by herbeauty or the new feelings, both physical and emotional. That matteredlittle, however, as she artfully lead him through the motions, pressingher breasts into his front as she did so. Against her leg she could feelhim getting harder, and so after what had seemed like an eternity ofbliss, she pulled her head back from his.Staring into his eyes again with a warm smile on her face, she walked himbackwards to his bed, and lightly.