Ye sab kariban ek ghanta tak chala aur woh log lunch kar rahe the mujedinning table ke pas bulaya aur kaha kuch khaoge mene ha me sir hila diyato usne...(woh log rosted chikhen) kha rahe the susma ne ek pice liya aur useapne muh me le kar toda thoda chabaya aur fir niche thuk diya jaha me bethatha aur dahara ne apne sandal se ushe thoda crush kiya aur kaha ab use binahath lagaye farsh par se khav aur jo mere sandal par laga hai use bhi chat karsaaf karo me jaise hi floor pe jo pada tha use caht. Oh, its so tight. Charlie your ass is so tight! Do you like it? I pressed back against him, feeling how hard he was inside of me. Do you like fucking my ass? He groaned, driving harder against me, and I met his thrust, rocking back. I loved the feel of him grinding into me, the sound of his grunts and moans. His lust, his pleasure, sent me soaring, and my fingers moving faster and faster over my clit. Harder, I whimpered, my fingers wet and slick with my juices as I circled my clit. Ohh,. He dropped a hand over his shaft, squeezed it briefly, and gave me the signal that he was here to play too. I looked up directly at him and noticed he was probably in his late 30’s, VERY neatly dressed, and well groomed. He wore a red sweater-vest and khaki pleated pants with shiny brown penny-loafers. He appeared looked like and turned out to be a menswear salesman. He was blonde haired with blue eyes, which like me, was becoming a rarity in that area of So Cal. He had a cruisy smile that. He glanced over at the rising star with a smirk. They were about to see if the guy could swim when thrown into the deep end of the pool. Peter looked back at him and gave him a cocky wink. Stephen decided that he’d add cement boots on the guy before tossing him in the water. He gave a short nod to the General Manager that it was time to start the proceedings.Mr. Meyers stepped up to the microphone that was on the hastily erected stage. His arrival was greeted with a few catcalls and derisive.