Wheeler called back, “I forgot her bike on the car.” He gave Sarah a wink and stuffed her panties in his pocket. Another finger was added and she gasped out in pleasure, shuddering with each of his movements. He was wearing plaid drawstring pants and a loose t-shirt with the AC/DC logo on it. Sarah woke up early the following morning. Her hair was brushed straight and she had left it down, so that it touched her shoulders. “I want you to fuck me,” Sarah said slightly louder, her mind jumping to an image of Mrs. She wanted the real thing. She grasped the warm member and gave it a few tentative strokes. He grabbed her head and shoved her back on his cock. After a few hours she could not stand it anymore. “What do you want?” he asked, pressing against her entrance with the same finger. Wheeler stuck her head though. She did not know their schedule and had no idea who would be home, if Mr.
