"Bobby Mackie at your service, Betty Sue Bradford!" he put the car in gear and headed down the street. "I hope you don't mind Betty, but I left my mon...ey at home. I have to stop back there to get it. Would you like to come up for a soda or something?" That would be nice. We can't stay too long, I have to be home by eleven." Betty looked up, in surprise. They stopped at Marty's garage. "You live here?" Well, not down here, wait until you see it!"They went up the stairs over the garage. "This is. I noticed you wrote about regular barbeques. We have those just about every night it seems, and they almost always include contests. We even have had three-legged races. Those are great fun, but I can't pair with Erica very well. My love and reason for living is just too short and we struggle to maintain a good rhythm. Willow and I have won a couple of races though.I noticed you writing about how you can recognize Veronica's cries. I know how that works, although I can usually tell the. ”I'm going to turn you over now, if you're good I may let you cum.”I undo your feet first, and then your hands, you roll over instantly, I'm assuming you want to get your big o that your body is craving. I you're your hands and feet back up, you rock your hips back with giddy anticipation of what's to cum.I grab one of your toys and slowly go in your wet pussy, and with my free hand I give your ass a nice slap. You moan loudly, I run my hand down your ass to your clit and start to rub it in a. My mind was blank. All I could feel was the intense pleasure John was giving me.I knew this was not going to be an ordinary orgasm. It seemed to start deep within my pussy almost like I had to pee badly. My toes curled up as my thighs started to shake. John just sucked harder at my clit. I screamed out, “JOHN I am.”Was all I got out as the most intense multi orgasm came over me. I was flopping on the sofa and with each flop my pussy was shooting pussy liquid from my opened hairy box. My juices.