..I think my friend texted you. You know Becky, right?” A perverted grin appears on her face. “Oh, I know Becky…”She leans on the couch and lo...oks out the window… “How do I know you’re not a cop?” she asks. My heart skips a beat… “Why would you think I’m a cop, Becky can vouch for me…You know her.”“I do know Becky, but I don’t know you…” She turns around and takes a seat on the couch. “Prove that you’re not a cop.”“How do I do that?”She hands me her phone, which is actually the latest in glyph. Reading lights clipped to the metal uprights of the headboard are angled inward, casting her in an off-white lustre.We’d already fucked this morning. And the night before. My come was still inside her when she woke me by straddling my head, using my face to satisfy the primal urge that had roused her from sleep.When she shuddered and came over me, I'd rolled her over and hammered into her, adding this morning's pleasure to last night's creamy mess between her thighs.Somewhat naively, I thought. "I don’t really know what to do so you'll have to show me." Later, right now I have to have some of this," he said, still stroking my pussy with his fingers. "You still want me right?" Yes," I said, without hesitation.Henry got up and started to undress. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a tempting expanse of smooth skin and a well-defined chest with bulging biceps. I didn't know he had all that under those shirts. Damn, he looked good, really good. Then he unfastened his. SATURDAY ARRIVED AND JUST AFTER LUNCH I HEARD THE CAR PULL UP IN THE DRIVEWAY. I PEEKED OUT OFTHE WINDOW TO SEE IF JAMIE HAD ACTUALLY COME AND THEN SAW SHE HAD A TOP ON WHICH BARELY COVERED HER NICE ROUND BREASTS AND SHORT CUTOFF PANTS WHERE THEY WERE SO LOOSE AROUND HER GROIN THAT I COULD HAVE FUCKED HER WITH THEM ON.WHEN SHE CAME THROUGH THE DOOR SHE HELD HER HEAD DOWN WITH EMBARRISMENT BUT AFTER HER MOTHER MADE SOME REMARKS SHE RAISED HER HEAD AND SMILED AT ME.SUSIE ASKED ME TO KISS HER AND.