"Well, we can send a new delivery, but as its Saturday it won't arrive tillMonday, at 9.00am at the soonest," she said. "Of course you'll have to pay ...forit again." That means I'll be like this all weekend?" Tom asked."I'm afraid so," she said. "Are you going to be okay?" I guess," said Tom, looking at himself in the mirror, "but I need some clothes.I have nothing to wear. Nothing I have is going to look any good on this body. Imean, I refuse to stay indoors all weekend, just because of a. Art had a talent for it, he said. Besides, he would make sure noone found out. Art knew a threat when he read one. He had taken this allin. He desperately wanted to say no. He wasn't a girl! It had all been ahuge mistake! He didn't give blow jobs to boys on demand! He wanted tosay no, but he didn't. He still found himself in the toilet at lunchtimewith Doyle's cock in his mouth. He was happy for the company. The nextday, more texts from more boys. They all wanted some of the action,providing no. While I was busy being flustered Mona was unzipping me and by the time I figured that I'd better find a place to pull over and park Mona had her head in my lap.Since that day Mona and I have been fucking every chance we get. The seat of my pick-up truck, the back seat of her car when it was her turn to drive, a couple of times at work when everyone else was gone, five times at her house and twice at mine, and five visits to a motel. Try to imagine, if you can, Mona giving me a blow job under. They were small round and some kind of cute. They were neither too big nor too small. They were firm and round. After massaging her back I went to her legs. She was whitish color and little dark in her ass crack. I could see her pussy lips little from her tongs. She was having pink lips.I massaged her legs up to her bums and stopped there for a little while to have a good view of her ass. Then applied oil on her bums and massaged. They were soft and shaking like jelly while I massaged. When I.