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Pizza and salad. Bobby showed up on time. He knew right away that it was going to be a good night. He was barely inside the door when, with a sixteen inch pizza box and two salads in his hands, Summer planted a quick, major kiss on his lips, and slid her teasing tongue in and out from between them quickly. They went into the kitchen and Bobby put the food on the table. He noticed immediately that Summer had prepared some beverages. There was a amateur bottle of wine and a bottle of rum and some beer and cola on the counter. She poured wine, he grabbed a beer. Summer was dressed casually, Brunette but hot as hell. She was barefoot and wore a slinky cold shoulder white top, no bra, and paper thin, plaid Capri pants showing a touch of cameltoe and her toned calves. indian Bobby was about to cream his jeans. “Let’s go into the living room,” Summer said. They did, and Summer had set it up nicely. There was a fake log burning in the fireplace and several scented candles lighted in the room, the ambiance unmistakable. They sat on the sofa together and they both knew why they were there. They made idle chatter for a couple minutes. Then Bobby looked around and took it all in: the lighting, the fire, the candles, the mood. “This is so cool,” he said. “It’s almost like camping out.” “I’m sorry, I don’t have any sleeping bags,” she said. “That’s okay,” he said. “I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping.” Summer’s lips twisted into a playful smile. “I believe you. I heard you and Bree in her room the other night.” Bobby smiled sheepishly and took a swig of beer. “Sorry about that. But tonight we don’t have to worry about anybody hearing us, do we?” “No, I guess not,” she said. She took a sip of wine and put the glass on the table. Bobby slid over close to her. With their bodies touching he put one arm around her back and the other on her hip and kissed her. Her lips parted and Solo her body immediately relaxed into his, and pulling him close she kissed him, first with gentle tonguing but soon shower with a sucking, savage strength. They were making out in no time. Bobby’s hand climbed from her hip to her breast, and Summer’s hand found his inner thigh. He thumbed her firm nipple while he palmed her soft tit through the fabric. She sighed from his touch, and her hand groped for his burgeoning cock. He moved his mouth to her neck and smelling her sweet, subtle scent he sucked a wad of her skin into his mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his cock through his jeans and felt its hardness. Mistress as in the girl who, uh, orders us around and tells us to do things.” Megan asked. By: PABLO DIABLO Does that help?’ I asked. That pressure swelled in my balls and at the tip of my dick. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. 
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