She lay back as he fumbled his way under her skirts, eager to touch her, to spread her and to take her. His hand found her skin, and he blazed a trail...of fire up her thigh, getting ever closer. He could feel wetness on her thighs, and realised that she had been aroused by the beating… he could barely contain his excitement as his hand drew closer…. Finally, he felt her part her legs for him, allowing him access. He caressed her, slowly, softly, blowing on her with hot breath that made her. Hicks,” she said, smiling slightly, an apologetic expression on her face, and extending her hand towards me.I shook it briefly trying to peer around her at my daughter who now seemed to be in deep conversation with Lara.“What happened? Are you and Lara all right?” I asked distractedly, relieved when I heard Sia’s peal of laughter.“We’re fine. Some idiot T-boned us and shoved us into a telephone pole. Sia hit her head on the window rather hard, but we’re still trying to figure out how she. Richard, for his part, was not able to concentrate on his work. He had repressed the urge to whistle during the week and was now at a high level of sexual urgency. On the other hand, he knew he had to play things down for Sharon's sake. He suspected that her professed love was primarily lust supported by a warm feeling of being genuinely cared for: something she had never really experienced.He had mulled over what he might do this week and come to the conclusion that he had to be more dominant. We sat there just caressing each other when he got a call on the intercom to come to the kitchen. Vincent told me to take my time and clean myself up. He gave me a towel and showed me to the sink. He left as quickly as he had cum. I sat back in the chair and could feel the cum starting to leak from my pussy. I heard and saw someone entering the wine cellar and walking towards me. It was a female wine steward. She asked me if I needed any assistance. Before I could say no, she was on her knees,.