Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. A year's such a long time. I don't think Alicia and I want to wait that long to try it. From what Connie says, it has regular tune up's beat by a mile." I've never watched a tune up, but, if I had to guess, I'd guess both ways will get the job done. Tina, Anita, Connie, Elena, and Theresa have all tried both, and they've all kept doing tune up's too. Don't you think they'd want to stick to just one or the other, if either was that much better?" Hey, I never thought about that. Even so, we still. I was now sporting a raging hard on.“Come on. Lets go up to your room.” She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. I followed her, not really sure what brought this on, and at the same time, not really giving a flying fuck. When we got to the top, I turned right towards my bedroom. We got in and closed the door. Aisha started to take off her clothes the second she closed the door. She got her shirt off, exposing me to her beautiful c-cups. She walked over to me and sat down. She moved my. As your bra lets go, you let your hand slide down my body to caress my pants - to discover that I am getting quite aroused.As I caress your breast with my left hand, I slide my right hand down to your pants and flip open the button on your jeans and slide down your zipper. You try maneuvering yourself a little better so I have unrestricted access to your hungry pussy.As I slide into your underwear, you let out a breath in a sigh of how aroused you've become. Slowly rocking your hips to move.Read More