She ran her hand up and down the shaft now slick with his precum.Standing up she took a step back and asked, "Is your mom home?" No, she took my siste...r to the mall they won't be back until after lunch." Good, do you want me to show you how special that cock is?" Yes," he said showing the first signs of enthusiasm she had ever seen from him."Good, then stand up and take off all of your clothes," she directed. “All of them, boots too.”He did as he was told while Catherine watched. His cock was. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwiseis purely coincidental, etc. Copyright 2004 **** "Mary Cahill," said someone behind me. When I turned around, a fist slammedinto my stomach. Air exited my lungs with a whoosh. I grabbed my gut and bentdouble. My mind was so focused on the pain and trying to breathe I didn't registerhands grabbing me under my armpits and dragging me across the pavement. Ina couple of blinks, I was thrown into the back seat of a. When Stacy moved her hands from his neck down to his shoulders and began taking off his jacket there was a short moment of clarity, all they needed to realize they had no time to go slow anymore. For the shortest moment their hands left each other, just long enough to hurry out of their clothes that found their way down to the floor before Stacy took him by the hand and dragged him into the bedroom. He followed her, his eyes unable to leave her perfect butt cheeks.Stacy dragged him down with. He stood unsure what to do, then he calmed her a little and asked if a pair of knickers were all she could afford…her resistance had gone, her wall of defence against folk finding out they lived hand to mouth…gone and she collapsed with her arms round his neck, this was not what he had signed up for, and he sat down once more dragging her onto his lap. “now missy just you explain yourself” between sobs she explained that they were still paying off Micky`s mother`s funeral, and that with the.