And she was wearing a white tank top, with a blue bra. soon after we decided that we'd go to hyde park and smoke some weed and relax. Vanessa her name...was, was really getting along with me, we talked alot and she was flirting alot with me, occaisionally rubbing my theighs and offering a massage on my back. she was abit high but i wasnt, i just relxed in the sun/shade whilst she gave ma back a massage. then it was my turn, whilst i was massaging her i slowly worked my way down from the back of. She asked if I would like some company later as she couldn’t get a lift home that night. I smiled and gave her the green light. I went to my room, quickly washed and placed my dick back in the penis pump to make sure he was maximum size for fun. After about forty five minutes, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I quickly (but not easily) slid my engorged cock out and pulled on my boxers. I opened the door to see not only Haley but also the gorgeous Charlotte standing there. I was a bit. "Hello beautiful," he grinned, "Come and give your poor old daddy a kiss." My breasts jiggled as I ran towards him and threw myself up into his arms, my forward momentum took him off guard and he fell laughing to the ground with me on top of him. It was far too good an opportunity to miss, so I only had to move very slightly and my pussy was directly over his mouth. "Still think I've got a nice cunt daddy?" "Hrrmph," came from between my legs as he closed his mouth over me and allowed his. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t dream about it. It was seldom she got through a night of sleep without waking up at least once, after a dream involving Steve. More often than not, her dreams went way beyond kissing. She was ready – more than ready.Surprised to learn that, Betsy asked, “Why not?”“I’m scared.”Every time Steve got close to her, it was like her feet had a mind of their own, and she was back pedaling like mad. It was pathetic. It was frustrating because she wanted him to kiss.
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