I believe you too.Your mouth is on mine, I can taste the coffee you’ve been drinking and it makes me want to drink my coffee but I want you more.“...rink your coffee before it gets cold”You tell me as you pull away from my lips, reading my mind. I make a mental note of your thoughtfulness.I drink my coffee whilst you stroke the length of my smooth back, I wonder whether you realise what you’re doing to me with such a loving gesture, then I consider that loving gestures are supposed to be arousing. She felt her vagina stretching further on each plunge, and the fullness within her pushed her over the edge.As waves of her orgasm pulsed through her whole body, she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. She didn't make a move to hide but lay there under the window, and watched Kenny's tan arms pass the window on his rounds with the sprayer.She closed her eyes and relaxed and felt the hard bottle gradually slip back out of her ravaged cunt, and heard the "thunk" as it struck the carpeted. .My hands reached into my boxers, stroking my hardening cock... watching the girl as several guys felt her up..."Jason!"I jumped in shock and pulled my hand out of my underwear. I looked over at Dad, who was looking over at me."Uh, Dad.I was.. uh.." Jason, come here son." He motioned for me to come over and with on the couch.I slowly walked over, looking for empty spots on the couch. Dad was sitting very close to one of his friends so no space there. I looked around.. there was a small opening. Herbert asked Kelly why she wasn’t running while his daughter polished off a large bowl of cereals, toast, Marmite and home made Seville Orange marmalade. Mavis butted in, saying he was a silly old bugger, it was Saturday and her and Kelly were going shopping in the city and it wasn’t long before they had to scuttle along for the hourly bus service. In the half hour before they left, an excited Herbert phoned his pal Maurice Oakenshaw, the landlord of the Swan. They decided the pub would be the.