Blondie on the white sofa

And then he eventually pulled his dick completely out of my pussy.” “When Freddy did that, did he still have a hard-on?” “No,” Bea answered, shaking her head, “I could see that he was quickly losing his erection. Of course, I had no idea why that was happening. But I could tell that his 'thing' interracial was shrinking back down, and getting a lot softer and smaller.” “So what happened after Freddy pulled his dick completely out of your pussy?” “Not much, really. He backed away from me. Then he pulled his underwear back up, zipped up his pants, and calmly walked away, like nothing special had just happened.” “Wow! I’ll bet you didn’t feel that way.” “Boy, you've got that right! After Freddy left the bathroom, and I heard him walk out of the front door of the small house, I just stood there for a few minutes, with my pants down, and my legs still spread apart. I didn't know if Freddy was really 'finished with me,' or if he was just 'taking a break,' and was going to come back for a 'second go-round.' "But as soon as I was finally sure that Freddy was really gone for good, I pulled my pants and panties back up, and I ran out of the little back yard indian house, and straight to my bedroom. "I threw myself down on my bed, and I cried for a long time. I was dazed and confused. I was also really scared about what Freddy and I had just done together. I didn’t know if anything bad would happen, because of it. "I knew that what Freddy and I had just done together was 'very naughty.' And I was worried that my family might find out what happened, and that I would no longer be considered a 'nice girl.' "I was also very worried that Freddy might try to have sex with me again sometime. And worst of all, I just knew, deep down inside, that if he ever tried, I would willingly cooperate with him again. Thank God, Freddy never did come back for seconds!” “Did you wipe off your pussy first, with some toilet paper or something, before you pulled your pants back up, and ran to your bedroom?” I asked. “No, I didn’t,” Bea slowly answered, staring at the wall, obviously deep in thought. “I get the feeling that there’s still something that you’re not telling me. Even though you didn’t like Freddy as a person, there must outdoors have been something about Freddy, that you really liked. Something that really turned you on a lot. Why else would you just stand there, with your pants down, and wait for him to come back into the bathroom for a 'second go-round'? Come on, let’s have it,” I prodded her. “Okay, okay. But please don't get mad at me,” Bea said, still staring at the same invisible spot on the bedroom wall, behind me. “I promise I won't get mad at you. Just tell me the whole truth about what really happened that day with Freddy in the bathroom.” Bea looked straight into my eyes and said, “Freddy stuck his fingers inside me.” “Okay. She suddenly drew up off of him, a tendril of drool hanging off her chin and connected to his cock. I think I can get you off in less than five minutes. “She look at you like that the first time you took your meat out?” Michael asked Harry, while lightly stroking his fat cock. And if there was a way, it had to be a ship, a ship in The Zone, and it had to be there on the peak. She straddled me, wagging her tail as my cock was buried in her up to the base. “That should just about do it. With short strokes I start to push an interracial inch or two of my cock in and out of her ass. The cute guy was just ahead, he’d been stopped for a photo. She was outdoors still standing there, looking at his back. She had work to do. The other spasmed as her mother kept kissing her. Do indian you doubt me?” “Sir Fraldias, come here.” Daniel is unbuttoning his fly as I return the phone to its holder and he pulls out his semi flaccid cock. “Crack in the block,” the taller one said. I don’t think we could have wiped the smile off her face if we had tried.