. Yeah it's just inventory. Okay... see you tomorrow, love you too!"She felt bad lying to her mother but she couldn't tell her the truth that she was ...overseeing the work of two big black men, the same two big black men that would be driving her home later that night. Her mother would most assuredly tell her father, and he'd waste no time storming to the diner in a rage. Her parents liked Frankie though, and they trusted him with their daughter's well being. At least they thought they could. "She kissed his cheek and turned to put the shopping away."I guess we can have dinner out tonight," Simon tried to sound cheerful.They traveled toward the beach and joined the crowd of people that were heading toward the large brick walkway known as the Boardwalk. Simon and Arabella relaxed slightly as they walked past the bars and souvenir stands hand in hand. They had walked to the end of one stretch of walkway when they reached a crossroads. Simon paused, looking down both of the tree lined. There was a quick flurry of words. “Oh God! Here it comes! Oh Fuck! Fuck yes! I’m cuming!” Her body jerked violently as she sat partially up; there was a look of severe pain on her face; her eyes remained closed; she went silent; her back and neck arched; and her body became rigid. Her hips rocked and thrust as she plunged her slit down onto my cock. Otherwise, Sarah did not move. And then there was sweet release. With my cock firmly embedded in her pussy and my hands on her ass, Sarah. He was, you know… licking my pussy,” Amyadmitted. “No, I mean the feeling. How would you describe it?” Amy remembered. “Oh yeah. Writing lesson. Well, now that Ithink about it, his tongue is a little bumpy, too. It was almost likea kitty licking me. And the way he worked his way up my legs soslowly, that was just heavenly.” “Hmm,” Celeste said, scribbling on Amy’s manuscript. “Kitty…heavenly… OK. We’re getting at some.