She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a small powder blue t-shirt and was fidgeting nervously with her clothes as she stood there. Despite...her rather ordinary clothes, she looked gorgeous standing there on the doorstep.Opening the door slowly, I immediately announced "You're late. You were told to be here at precisely 7pm and my watch now reads 7:03pm. That is unacceptable." I'm sorry I had a little difficulty finding the place," she quickly replied. "Look, can we talk about this. "Yes, yes ah do," she interrupted forcibly and then continued with a grimace. "As was instructed to me this morn. A very stern tongue lashing ah got ah'll have you know. All about how having one embarrassment in the family being quite enough and other such." Ms Niamh, or would you rather me call you Mrs. Callahan?" That was her married name after all."No!" she answered sharply. "No, and Niamh will do well enough." Only if you call me Martin," I responded."Fair enough, Martin," she smiled again.. I moaned and groaned as the pleasure began to build up again. I was coming too close to climaxing, and could no longer stand the pressure, so I moved the jets of water in a different direction. However, before the throbbing could subside, Zach swooped in and pushed the showerhead back into its place, murmuring, “Baby, I want you to come.” Not long after, my sweet juices puddled on the chair, and I convulsed in powerful orgasm. Collapsing against the wall, I smiled weakly. “Your turn.” Zach. “See, honey, you’ll never be deprived with me! Blue balls? I don’t think so! I’m going to have you huffing and puffing to keep pace with me! I’m just hitting my prime!” Carrie laughed as she took further in her sweet pussy and gave him as good as she got.“I like the way that you think, babe. I think that I’ll be very happy with my cougar bride,” Hank chuckled, even as his lover started to show signs of her emerging climax, from shallow breaths to a darker pinkish hue and curled toes.“If I’ve.