However we’ve never really spoken about what our neighbours may or may not be able to see…mainly as I personally don’t want to place any doubts ...n Bev’s head about the stuff we get up to some mornings. Anyway, to cut to the chase…quite often, mainly on weekends, as we finish our tea we’ll cuddle up for a few minutes before we get up…and sometimes Bev’s hand will wander under the duvet to check if I still have a morning boner. This can lead to nothing at all, or sometimes it leads onto a little. Something desired. “No I can't touch your cunt right now. But you can.” That silence again. “You want me to place my hand on my vagina?” “No. I want you to finger your cunt.” There wasn't a gasp this time, not the barest of one. Instead the sound was one of a muffled moan. That's when she knew they were indeed sharing the same desires and that she could take it further. “Not only do I want you to rub it, I want you to call it a cunt as you do.” The moan louder, no attempt made to cover it this. That is, if you were around... which you wouldn't be. So now I've promised not to sell you, and that leaves me about where I've been for a long time." He bestowed a rueful grin. "How'd it be if I sold you anyway and k**napped you back afterwards?" Darling, collect ransom on me. Daddy will gladly give you a couple of millions and then we can get married..."Corey's breasts cringed under the two cuts, one across each. She whimpered under the searing impacts, fighting hard not to move, protruding. .. did I just flirt ?, as you walked back down the garden path, I said to Dave “she got great legs & ass”, the very next day you turned up at 'Rains, ‘short skirt, gorgeous legs an sexy smile’ went through my brains. I remember you sitting in the chair at my PC, singing baby D's 'Let Me Be Your Fantasy’, we played a game of ‘I went to the shop,' it soon became clear you wanted my c**k, (sorry) for our first date we went to Denham, playin’ Marco V was simply heaven, was the Horse &.