Debby began to pant as my fingers danced inside her and my tongue glided around her aroused clit. After re-animating my manhood, Jane eased herself on...o it with a sigh. She began rolling her hips, grinding against my pubic bone. “Oh fuck, that feels good!” I lifted my hips off the bed as I tried to push myself deeper into the softness of her sex. At the same time, I was bound and determined to have Debby cum on my face. I wanted to taste us, so my fingers plunged and curled while my tongue. Shit. He realised he was wearing slip-ons. What a dick. He hoped no one had been watching him, watching her. He was behaving like a scared kid. Or a stalker. Come on, I’m not a stalker. I just want to find out more about her. The train took a little while to depart, so when it passed the exit, she was no longer there. He was quickly at the next station. His station, not hers. He sighed and alighted from his carriage and moved with the crowd up the escalators. He swiped the travel pass across. ." she said before he started speaking again."Do you have someone else?" he asked."No, but...." she said before again getting cut off."Nor do I, so what is stopping us?" he almost pleaded."I am thirty-odd years older than you for a start and then um...we are different." You are very obviously female and I am male and the age thing does not matter," he said as he continued to argue his case.Cornelia was weakening and she most certainly wanted him between her legs, "Look, let's just take a day or. It would be his third month in Ayam-Hutan next fortnight. Marco worked as a logger; pretty much everyone in town was a logger. It was the sole reason why the town itself existed. Ayam-Hutan first began as an outpost where locals from a nearby city would chop down giant trees, famous for their exquisite wood, and cart them back for sale. As the years went by, more and more people became interested in the unique wood of the area and a logging firm was established, attracting many people in search.