”“Are you..?” she trailed off and glanced in the direction of his crotch.He answered, “Yes, Mistress Kayla.” As soon as he said it, he went... to work on the fastenings of his pants. Kayla leaned into the front of the car as he parted his zipper into a V.The panties he was wearing were pink, frilly, and so very feminine. Seeing them with the significant bulge of his cock beneath caused her to shiver. What’s more, she knew that the first element of his punishment would have been to lick up all. I start walking toward a car to steal it when I feel her lips slip over my tip, down just past the ridge of my head before they just as casually slip back off. I stop and my character is run over by a passing van. “What happened?” she taunts. I look down at her, and she just looks up at me quizzically. She’s good; she’s really good. If I hadn’t had any of the previous context I would believe she was sincere; she just looks so innocent. “Go kick his ass, nobody fucks with you!” I can’t even. She pulled me closer and put my hand on her breast. Half-heartedly, I tried to pull away."No, don't," she said "I want you to touch me, I need some intimacy in my life. I've never stopped wanting sex, but it always seemed too soon, just not the right time. Then today when I saw you I knew I could, with you."But there's Pat, and you're my sister in law." If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you've never fantasised about fucking me the same as I have you, then I'll get dressed and say no. A naughty little birthday card with a girl sunbathing. I recognized my b*****r’s handwriting telling me happy birthday and have fun. Below it was the location of the Big Ts strip club, which was where my b*****r happened to own and run and where the card came from. So he sends a stripper for my birthday. The bastard. One thing for certain he had good taste in women. And this hottie was no exception. ‘Well’, said Cher, ‘are you going to…open up your present or stand there all night?’ ‘It’s not.