Do not cause trouble for Mr. Langham. He will be relying on you.” The young teen and the handsome older man looked at each other. John suspected her...grin hid something—but what he wondered? John hoped his rather strained smile camouflaged his own secret desires. “Okay John now we are off. Football.” John looked around confused. What? He was so relaxed. Both women laughed at his obvious confusion. John flushed pink. Camila explained. “This is my husband’s passion: the Flamengo football team and. I don’t resist her at all and simply remove my clothes. As we kiss more fervently I sweep her up in my arms and throw her onto the bed. I fall onto the bed, between her legs and start to kiss my way up her inner leg until I reach her dripping pussy. I graze over her swollen lips and she gasps out in pleasure. I center on her clit and swirl my tongue around it, feeling it swell against my tongue. She grabs the sheets as I suck and nibble on her growing clit. Then my tongue starts to flick over. ‘Seriously?’ ‘Ooops,’ she replied, tossing his shirt to the side. She glanced him up & down. ‘Not bad, really. Shame you’re going to be all black and blue by the time we’re done here.’ ‘I’m not the one who has to worry about that,’ he grunted as he leapt to his feet. He ran at her, she threw a punch, he blocked it. He countered with a punch to the face, which she took with only a moment’s pause. This was long enough for him to grab her shoulder and queue up another punch, but not for him to. I've got to get you ready."At least he could talk about it. Something about Tiffany's manner made her easy to talk to, even when she was deliberately needling him. Tiffany placed a coffee carafe and four cups and saucers on a large tray, along with cream and sugar. Sy brought the tray into the living room and placed it on the center table. Mandy and Glenn sat close together on the couch, holding hands. Mandy looked at her husband with a sly smile and Sy knew they had been kissing and making out.