I asked her if she cud make acup of tea for me. She made and we sat in the hall…silence…she was notlooking at me. I broke the silence and started ...alking a few topics…bringingthe atms to normal.Our talk drifted to here, there….TV, programs,movies……jokes….etc etc..Inbetween I kept staring at her boobs…..shenoticed that and blushed. Green signal? I cud not hold anymore…..an angelwith a sexy body sitting in front of me….making my cock rock hard…throbbinginside my pajamas….making me wet with my. I held her hand in mine and led her to the tiny en suite. "Fancy a shower?" "Katie, that would be perfect!" she said, nodding. I lifted the handle on the shower mixer tap. Hot water instantly sprayed into the cubicle. I turned and kissed Polly again, wrapping one arm tight round her, the other massaging her left breast through her clothes. As steam from the hot water gradually filled the tiny compartment, I undid the buttons on that gorgeous red blouse and let it slip from her shoulders to the. You tug your t-shirt over your head and throw it on the floor. With your huge cock released, I am as wet as can be. The table below me is beginning to get dripped on… You push the head of your penis towards my wet pussy, sliding it around the hole, rubbing my clit with it, teasing me. You do this for about five minutes. Then, without a single word, you shove the whole eight inches deep inside me. I wasn’t prepared, and I call out, shocked and surprised. It does feel good though, I swear your. He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic foreign climes.So what if his dark eyes kept darting to the gal's pushed out chest and her deep cleavage... either she was too tipsy or ditzy to notice (Set had a habit of picking up not the cleverest and classiest.