She stillstraddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I cansee the stringy droplets resulting from our frictionspilling from her and sticking t... the dewy hair on my upperthighs. Her right hand reaches behind her, between herparted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers curl around my limpprick. I can feel their tips adhere to the goo that mists mymember, and the tightness of the bond when she pulls herhand away.Nina unstraddles from over my torso, swinging her leg overme and the ottoman. I. " And so it is!" agreed Binta with a smile, kissing Ana on the ear, snuggling her face into Ana's hair. "Just you and I! Nobody else. Just us!" It would be perfect. Away from the Brothel. Our own flat. We could cook dinner together. We could watch television together, stretched out on the sofa. We could share the evenings together in the parks and cafés..." And best of all we could make love all night together! With no fear of other people knowing what we do. And with no obligations to anyone. I was worried that my voice would croak when I answer him or that he would come upstairs and ask. But thankfully he stayed down stairs, Aunt May looked up at me and with a wink she said. "You know what I really want don't you." "Yeh I do, but we can't he's just down stairs!" "So it'll be more exciting!" "Yeh I know that but, what if he comes up stairs with the sandwiches?" "I can easily to solve that!" "Darling, don't bother bringing the sandwiches up, we'll come down for them, we're nearly. But that had never explained why - at the odd company social gatherings etc - Betty and her husband had so often been all cosy, with old Mr Goldman's wife and Martin's sister.Marty went on to explain that he and Jetta had run into each other at Oxford and kinda hit it off straight away. They got married before they finished their studies and on graduating, gone to the States to live, until Marty's father had his heart attack."We'd have been at each other throats if I'd come back to the company.