Julie hummed softly to herself as she disrobed and felt the chill of the water caress and sting her body gently, some of the water slipping of the oil on her body. or have you told him what you were doing while he was away?”
“What do you want?” she said knowing she had been backed into a corner. “I’m not a whore” she spat venomously. Julie knew how men looked at her, she knew what they all thought of when near her, what they wanted. He remembered the feel of their soft pouty lips on his shaft and relived the explosive moment over and over again, dreamily showering the girls with cum in his imagination as he stroked himself to completion, climaxing on the thought of having had the girls swallow him. The milkman took the breast out of her control letting her hands meet between her legs to work on her climax. The little bump felt wood for the first time as she pressed her crotch into the beam of wood between her legs, moving slowly
