He disguised it pretty well, but inside that great-looking swimmer's body, beyond the sharp eyes and the long, wavy hair and the puckish charm, lurked... an arrogant, supercilious, and disdainful male slut.He readily admitted to me he had a girlfriend back home in Atlanta, a very nice girl his parents adored. A rich girl whose father liked him. A girl who, according to Westy, was a sweet Georgia peach to everybody, a pleasant and demure girl who dressed right, led instead of followed, belonged to. ‘Each time my shoe almost fell off I thought, Of you and your friendship I’m starting to count on a lot. Do you think it possible for two souls to meet, To live each day and still feel passionate heat?’ He rejoiced as he read the poem. He was anxious to know more, to know this woman, to deepen this connection. He wanted to go deeper, but wasn’t sure how. He felt restricted by the poem format but wanted to follow in the steps she had started. He thought for quite a while and wrote: ‘I leave. I never imagined it would be so pleasurable, but it made me hot! She took her time. Her mouth was so warm and wet. She started making her way back up my leg and thigh. She gave me all the attention I craved. Touching my pussy softly, she damn near made me cum instantly. She was like my drug. I was completely intoxicated by her. She finally parted my lips with her tongue and it gently slipped over my clit. I completely lost it. I came so hard. It was so intense. It lasted for a few minutes. My. He bent his knees and started giving it to me, I could hear him panting and wheezing as he fucked me. I felt so full, my hole stretched tight and painfully by his thick cock. His balls slapped against me as he fucked me, bent over the toilet. He reached round and roughly groped me, my cock growing hard in his hand. His breathing shortened and I knew he was going to cum soon. It felt like my hole was on fire but I felt so dirty and horny being fucked by this old man, his hand over my mouth and.