He reached for his beer and drank the remaining suds and then got up andwent to the kitchen to get another drink. The reason he went to thekitchen ha...d more to do with the fact that he felt guilty and didn't wantto be near the girl he had violated rather the needed for a drink.Michele sat up on the couch; her thighs were sticky with cooling semenand she didn't want to get any on her skirt so she held it up away fromher legs.Steve watched her walk to the bedroom and he felt sorry for her, but. Quinton smiles again as he pulls into a long driveway. ‘Cross my heart Pamela, no funny stuff’ he assures her as he parks the car in a breezeway beside a white ranch house. His seatbelt makes a snick-hiss as it is released to snake back into the seat. Turning toward her, he releases her seatbelt and eases it around her so it doesn’t fly back as his did. Pammy feels another little rush of heat as his arm slides around her guiding the belt. She is so attracted to him. Quinton kisses her. Neither of us couldwait! He pulled me over on top of him, and as I sliddown his body in a slippery hug, Brad’s huge cock slidsmoothly into my ready pussy.“I’ve been waiting for this ever since this afternoon,”I cooed. Brad only grunted.His whole body was like a marble sculpture — hard andbeautiful. He nibbled at my neck as I pounded my pussyon his cock! I pushed myself up with my arms, archingmy back to increase the pressure on my clit. His hipsrose to meet my. For that matter, so was the older guy with thestubble, clearly watching from his corner.We both dressed in the back with the clerk's assistance. The clerk hadto help each of us into the corsets. We almost giggled at each other aswe emerged. The mood was electric in the whole store. The clerkbrought wigs over; we each tried a few on. This man really did not needone but I am sure it made him more comfortable."Shoe's, what do you suggest for shoes?" I asked the clerk."For you, you need boots..