" I said cheerfully. "Just putting my clothes in the washing. I'm going to put a bikini on and trap the last rays. "I unbuttoned my hotpants, turning ...so his big red dick was pointed at my ass.I might not have Vanessa's plastic tits, but I easily beat her on all other physical attributes. Plus, I knew I reminded my daddy sooo much of my mom..."I'll be right gone." I continued, bending over as I slowly stepped out of the hotpants. I steadied myself against the washing machine with one hand so I. Pamela opens her eyes after her final orgasm and sees David again standing over her, smiling broadly, his rock hard penis again in his hand. He moves closer to her and Pamela feels the thick tip of his cock running between her labia lips, his pre-cum mixing with her own pussy juices. “Oh, no, please don’t”, Pamela suddenly begs, “I’m not on the pill”. “Relax, I don’t want your pussy”, David grins. Pamela feels him still running his thick tip between her labia lips. David stands up and. Even before the door opens, I hear muffled voices out in the hall; the telltale tread of their approach signalled by the sad little squeak of synthetic rubber on marble flooring, as if the shoe’s owner is crushing small rodents underfoot with each step. By the time the key has scratched its way into the lock, I’ve already moved into empty territory mid-way towards the door, making sure I’m upright and clear of the bed with my arms held loosely by my sides, palms open, ready to be frisked for. There way lay until the morning.. and my bf came to collect me! We met a few times, but we didn’t stay in contact for a great length of time afterwards. The second time the opportunity arose was quite a few years later. I was alot less nervous this time, but I still felt the tingle of excitement when we spoke on the phone. Now I met this lady (lets call her Gin) on the internet, some website or other, anyway as with before we spoke a few times on the phone but I made the mistake of not.