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Just Five Minutes

Come!

I went to lie out in the backyard, basking in the sun.

Lo went inside to get a lemonade. I thought she was going to bring one out for me. That’s where I was wrong. Just as I was gently beginning to dream in the daylight, Lo appeared in the bedroom window over my head like Juliet addressing her Romeo, but this Juliet was naked. She leaned out the window and beckoned to me, “Come. Come in! Cum in me.”

“No,” I responded.

“Please, just five minutes.”

Knowing that my continued refusal would only make a spectacle and possibly lead to the police being summoned, I went in.

She was already using one of her dildos on herself. From my vantage point outside, I couldn’t see that, but from the bedroom door, I saw that she had her “Side Kick” in place in her ass as she bent over the window.

“Fuck me, Daddy, from behind.”

“Oh, you want to put on a show?”

“I just like the fresh air,” she said, her fingers spreading her lips and tapping her ass for me.

Before taking her, I gently slid one, then two, then three fingers in her wet puss.

She looked back over her shoulder at me and asked, “How many fingers do you have in me?”

“Thirteen,” I said facetiously.

She cracked up.

I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. She reached down to grab my cock.

“Oh! Your hands are cold!” I cried out.

“All of me is cold. . . except my puss. It’s hot. . . and wet.”

We went at it for almost an hour.

Finally, after about six of her gushing orgasms, I finally came in a spray indiscriminately doused all over her lovely body.

“You dripped on my hand!” she scolded me. I had no idea why that one spot upset her.

“Well,” I said, “then don’t use that hand to masturbate,” and I got up from the bed.

But she wanted me to hold her. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“I was promised just five minutes.”

“Well, it’s not my fault it took you longer than that to make me cum.”