After I came back to my flat and masturbated twice thinking of fucking her badly.From that day onwards whenever we see each other, we used to share sm...les. Around 2 weeks later we got a call on our intercom phone, my mom picked up the phone and called me saying somebody is asking you. It’s her sweet voice and she has invited me to her flat if I am free. I was on cloud 9 thought of fucking her today, told some story to mom and left to her place.She has opened the door and wow she looks damn sexy. What on earth were you even protecting here in the courtyard? The flowers?'Could be worse,' you think to yourself. 'I could be that poor sod'.You sneak a peek over to the guardsman on the opposite end of the courtyard. There stood your best friend, Samuel, covered in full plate armour. Or Sir Samuel, as he's been incessantly reminding you. He was the one who roped you into this job in the first place. "Come on, John! You don't want to work in this pigsty forever, do you?" he had asked you 3. She groaned and squirmed. My fingers dug into her tits. I squeezed them, digging my hand into her tits. My tongue flicked out and brushed her nipple.It quivered.I sucked her nub into my mouth. I savored the feel of her around me. She groaned, her body shaking as I nursed on her. I suckled with hunger. She squirmed beneath me, her moans echoing through the living room. Dad was upstairs sleeping.I was playing with his wife. She was wet for me. Said I had a better cock then him. Bigger. I was a. She tried on several pair, before settling on a verysexy one that accentuated both her long legs and (with pillow in place),her obvious pregnancy. I also suggested a maternity t-shirt to go withthem. It was pink, and on the lower front ? the part that covered herbump ? was a big black question mark.I was in no hurry to go home that evening, since my husband had takenthe girls to visit his parents in Eugene and would not be back untilSunday evening. I couldn't accompany them, of course,.