1. Anal summer ( Chapter 1)


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: xhampster1fannn, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    door. Gemma said, "It's okay, Juan. Let him in." Juan obliged and after momentarily fumbling with the lock, he opened the door for this Roger character. Roger, it seemed, was there to meet Kate and appeared to be happier about it than she was. He looked to be a real dork, anyway. Gemma, always the hostess, said, "Come, Roger, have a seat," but the chairs were all up on the tables, so she stood up and gave her seat to him and proceeded to sit on my lap. I was a little afraid that in my very (and usual) horny state the feeling of Gemma's firm buttocks on me (and the knowledge of just how well she sucked a dick) would harden my hog and embarrass me in front of everyone, so I gently brushed her off and said, "It's okay. I'll stand." Then I realized I was already at half mast and now everyone at the table only had to look to see it. With a little quick thinking, I pulled my duffel bag around and covered my groin area. Gemma looked up with a smile and said, " Larry, you're such a gentleman!" Madison also stood and said, "That's it for me. I think I'm going to head home. Gemma, can I borrow your chef here? Perhaps he will continue to be a gentleman and e****t me." Between the compliment and the smell of her perfume, I was ready to "e****t " her anywhere she wanted to go! She put her arm under mine and said, "Shall we?" and I said, "We shall!" I was so beside myself with happiness and excitement at the possibility of getting some pussy. I had forgotten the tentative plans I had made ...
    with Gemma. In the restaurant business, almost every place closes at the same time, so there's almost nowhere to go. Fortunately, there were some enterprising people who were smart enough to capitalize on this lack of entertainment. The old fashioned speakeasy was alive and well and operating in the old neighborhood. With a small donation to the police department, these "after hours clubs," as they were called, were allowed to operate. Gemma and I had been regularly going to one of these clubs after closing up the restaurant. Davey's was run by (you guessed it ) a halfway connected guy named Davey. He was a handsome pork chop of a man in a silk shirt and gold chains, and he had the hots for Gemma. They had stuff in common; both ran successful businesses, both loved to drink wine, and both hated and scared the shit out of Big D, making Gemma feel safe and kindred to another person that openly hated the most popular guy in the old neighborhood. On evenings when we were there, I'd enjoy watching Gemma and Davey flirt. It was kind of cute. I used to tease Gemma about Davey and his schoolboy crush on her. Gemma would giggle and mime me the one handed brush-off, as if swatting at some invisible fly. Madison had now woven her arm around mine, interlocking our elbows. She gently nudged me and said, "Well, let's make our way." I couldn't tell if the look on Gemma's face was one of disappointment or of intoxication. Gemma did seem taken aback by the thought of me leaving with her new ...
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