Banging Becky

“Well, you’re not exactly Miss Manners tonite either, dear. Why the intense
streak?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” shouted Keith. “I mean… uh, no. I kinda like it. It’s
interesting.”
“I’ll bet it is. So, what to do now?” And as she finished talking, Terri
pulled down her shorts, exposing nothing but her shapely thighs and her
beautiful patch of pubic hair. She wriggled a bit too much for the occasion
of getting her Umbros off, but she liked how Keith seemed hypnotized by her
movements. She could feel her wetness increasing as Keith’s cock pulsated
and moved with his heartbeat. “I have an idea,” she continued, taking deep
breaths, belying her calm demeanor.

Becky Strips Out Of Her Sweaty Workout Clothes

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

“Hi”, she said with
a warm, light voice, sounding every bit as sexy as she looked. “You must be
Jim Hunter”, she said, shaking his hand with quite a tight grip for a
woman. “I’m Sarah Preston. Fin Grimes told me all about you”, she explained.
“Hopefully not all”, said James, making her smile again. “How’s his fashion
shop doing?” “Never better, he told me.” “James, I can’t quite decide. I’ll
check some other shops before I make my choice, okay?”, the lord said as he
started towards the door. “Fine, Lord Reginald”, James replied, almost
sighing with relief. “Now, miss, what can I do for you”, he asked,
redirecting his attention to the attractive blonde before him. He found
himself staring into the barrel of a gun. James was no expert on firearms,
but he had never seen such a big hole before. Actually, it was a magnum
.357, but it could have been a .20, that made no difference to James.

Shit! I screamed as I lost my grip and fell to the ground and into the
bushes. I cut in several places from the bushes and I knew they had
heard me. I attempted to run but my hard dick, cut arms and twisted
ankle made it very dificult to go anywhere.
The window flew open and both girls were yelling at me. One noticed
the blood on my arm as I again triped and fell. She told me to stay
where I was or she was going to call the cops. I didn’t argue.
As she approached me I felt like I was about to be shot. She helped me
to feet and into the house. She told me to sit at the kitchen table
and not to move.