JonDLundyn parker 2 #7/2
January 15th 2007 18:00
Alby Woo, the crookedNewcastle detective, was parked in the car park of the pub Roscoe Tanner was bouncing at. He had watched from his car as his hired help had been unceremoniously thumped for their trouble. He was hoping to have a beaten up and pliable Tanner to question regarding certain drug monies that had gone missing some time ago. Now he had to just continue his watching of the man to see if he would lead him to the haul. So far his luck had been out.
Roscoe had finished his shift at the pub and gone back to his VW Kombi campervan. He had poured a coffee and taken out his Spanish Guitar to play on the side step of the Kombi. It was here that the plump barmaid from the pub had cornered Roscoe and judging by the action of the suspension, Alby thought, there was plenty of action going on inside!
In fact Roscoe was did have a lot of action going on. Bernice was on his king sized bed on all fours with her uniform skirt tucked up around her waist and her face buried in a satin encased pillow while Roscoe rode between her legs, his slim hips banging gently at her buttocks. One hand was tucked up tight under her tummy and with that he was feeling for his cock through the folds of belly fat that he said he found exciting. What she had found extraordinarily strange, disquieting and a little thrilling was the G-string laced hipsters he had been wearing under his jeans! “Who would have thought such a cock would be wearing women’s knickers”
She pushed her face deeper into the pillow so she would not see her smile and concentrated on stroking his shaft in time and building up her own pleasures as his rhythm increased. “God what great cock he gave,” she thought, the pleasure of it sliding up deep inside her. His hand on her belly was increasing her pleasure as it felt for the movement of the shaft through her folds of puppy fat. “How am I going to handle all this hot cum in me? The heat of his dick and the friction is burning me now!”
Roscoe had released himself from the grip of her wet pussy and grabbing Bernice gently by the hair, pulled back her head and rolled her over. He looked into her eyes and smiled, kissed her fondly and let her head back on to the pillow. Bernice wriggled her self down to his waist and enveloped his dying cock in her mouth. She sucked the last juices out and licked the pussy flavour off him and then rolled him on his back and sat on his face. “Get to it big fella” she demanded.
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