But who says we have to wake there!" I gulped as she felt the crotch of my trousers and smiled. "One lick of your tongue and I'll forgive you about Va...essa." I smiled and watched as Sarah pushed her nightdress off and then kissed me again. I gulped and watched as she shook her butt in my direction and then close the bedroom door.Twenty minutes later, I crept out of my room, and gently pushed open the door to the spare bedroom, and then closed it. It was pitch black but I knew where the bed was,. I carefully placed them by the patio door and flexed my baretoes in the carpet, the carpet tickling my feet. But did I take my trainersoff to avoid bringing dirt into the house from the garden or was it to allowme to make my way round the house silently? A few steps took me across the lounge and into the hall that led either intothe kitchen, the dining room or upstairs to the bedrooms. Looking into thekitchen all I saw was neatness and cleanliness, Sally had obviously done herhousework that. Finally, I managed to turn away, and then bent to scrub my legs, rubbing the sponge between my legs and over my cock and balls.I felt the bones of her hips press against my ass. She reached around and pinched my left nipple. It was very painful."Don't ... please."Then her mouth was on my neck and her hand between my legs, cupping my balls."Mo!" Let me make it up to you, baby..." the words came from her mouth in a rush and sounded like she'd hissed them. Now both hands encircled me, and played. “One of those virgin skanks you fuck during rallies?”“She's going to fuck me, Phillipa,” a quiet voice said, almost drowned out by the passionate cheers of the crowd.Phillipa's face went ashen. She whirled around to see the naked woman with coffee-brown skin, her breasts round and firm, mounting the stage. The woman was just crossing into her thirties, her youthful twenties still shining about her. She fidgeted, rubbing her right hand up her left arm, her tits quivering. She had a round face.