I'm having decaf, but I have both." "Regular, please." I got up to make it. She made no effort to get up. I was going into the kitchen alone. I debate... briefly if I should take the laptop with me, decided it would be too awkward. "I'll be right back." While the kettle was heating, I came back to the doorway to ask what she wanted in her coffee. She was sitting forward looking like she had been about to open the computer, but sat back quickly as she heard me approach. "Cream, no sugar." Another. The area between her thighs, which had once been a broad band of white cotton, was now like an off-white cord which was pulled tightly up between her thighs. Her dark curly hair was bursting out on both sides, but at the very edges of her knickers a thin strip of bright scarlet skin could be observed. My cock had been partially erect since she’d first bent over in front of me, but it was rock hard now, and my eyes were glued to the spot where her tight knickers were forcing the lips of her. “Your fucking cunt is so tight and hot”, complimented Walton as she flexed her pelvic muscles around his hard cock and he had to apply much more force for whamming in her harder. Bertha loved it. As Walton tried very hard to edge against his swelling orgasm, he also knew that Bertha was also fighting against her own orgasm. Walton wanted to hold off until she ejaculated first all over his penis. With his teeth gritting he complimented her, “Oh Bertha babe, you are such a hot fucking doll baby”.. So she got up, put on the robe, and went into the living area. The lights were still on, and she saw Alex asleep on the chair, a magazine lying on the floor. The fire was only embers now, and she noticed the cold. She was tempted to try to sleep in the warm bed again, but then she heard that sound again, this time from right outside the kitchen area.Before she tried to awaken Alex, however, she decided to have a glimpse at a magazine. She paged through it quickly and saw photos of much fucking.