"She opens the door and walks down the steps and I follow behind her. She turns on a light and I see a table and boxes of wine on the floor and shelve... of wine. She said, " There is a good bottle of wine up there. I will need to get the ladder. Do you mind holding the ladder?" I answered " no." As she climbs the ladder, I find myself staring at her long tanned legs and I see her ass from underneath the skirt. My cock got harder and I was hoping see would not see it. As she grabs the wine. ’ Jack quietly said to himself. The current top 40 pop song was blaring over the speakers, making his hard rock-callused eardrums to hurt from the lack of talent and Autotune. He looked over at his friend, who was stopped from bringing over the hilariously named and priced ‘beer’ by a woman who looked like she wandered in by accident and was desperate to get out. Jack had an idea. He pulled out his cell phone, pointed the top of it at the woman’s purse, and pressed a button on the side. A few. My stream was not slowing down and his entire head was now getting soaked. It was dripping off his hair and down his face. His dress shirt was getting soaked around the collar and it was running in streaks down his shirt. As my stream was slowing down, I felt his wife part my ass cheeks and start to lick my little rosebud. God it felt good. She started to nibble and tease and I was in heaven. When she shoved her tongue inside my ass, I had to stifle a moan. It was pure bliss. I had a few little. Mantarl's mate was no doubt upstairs in their flat, keeping their young cub entertained and caring for Ian's wife Siobhan, who'd just given birth to a son two weeks ago.Ian waved at me as I entered, and drew a pint of stout for me as I sat down. It was a local brew, not the Guinness I'd favored at home, but it was tasty nonetheless.I took a much smaller sip than was my custom, and Ian's eyebrow raised slightly. He wasn't the type to pry, but neither did he let anything go unnoticed.I took.