The Lady and the Tramp (2) - Sex Stories

The Lady and the Tramp (2)

... mistake,” said Sam as he zipped up. "I best get going but tomorrow, about eight fifteenish. Yes?” “Sam? Look, I... we... look... Look,” she finally said with as much confidence as she could muster with the man's semen leaking onto her thighs, “no more, you two. No one else. So help me if word of this gets out I'll sink you two with me, understand?” She had managed to convince Jason that she was on the pill to regulate her periods, but what else she may yet end up having to cover was a worry, to say the least. They grunted a simple “Aye” apiece and Sam added, "Eight fifteen?” "Oh God, help me, yes, but if Jason's car is here it's off, right?” “Aye,” they chorused. And Sam set off, grinning like a fool. “Well, best I get cleaned up and you go back to work, Jed, those weeds won't pull themselves,” she ordered, trying to maintain an upper hand. “Aye,” he replied as he pushed her shoulders down to the table, forcing her onto her back and lifting her legs to his shoulders so as to ram his regrown cock into her squelching quim. “Aye, presently, Mrs.,” he said as he carried on doing the Vicars wife again on her own kitchen table. Quite correctly, as she complained there wasn't time and someone else might arrive, Jed thought to himself, “She fuckin' loves it, she does.”