A voice breaking my thought "WHO ARE YOU". I looked up and there was this woman in a bathrobe standing right there in the livingroom. I quickly tried ...o cover up and know i was beat red as i said i lived there and who were you. At this point the porn had turned to fucking and the woman on the tv was screaming loudly and i turned the tv off. This woman said she had stayed there last night and was told she could leave when she got up. She was in her late 40's brown hair and quite cute. I told her. Whoever he may be. I have no business him. But you have to do same thing for me if you want me to keep this video as a secret. ” I replied by placing my hand on her thighs.She understood my words and told “no………..no……….please don’t ask for that ...please. I can’t do that please”She is pleading a lot but, I was not in a mood to let the chance out of my hands so, I told her “you have no choice other than being a whore for me right now.”Tears rolled from her cute eyes and said “my pussy is still. Above all, avoid any hint of criticism or anger. Let him know you appreciate his willingness to be open and to meet your sexual needs.First, remind him that it's not unhygienic to kiss your cunny: your bush is actually cleaner and more sanitary than his mouth (why else did God invent Listerine?). And reassure him that before you'll ask him to head south, you'll make sure you're really clean down there (please note that some of us men actually prefer that you not be overzealous about scrubbing. She had her yellow bikini on and her light button up shirt on over it. She reasoned nothing must have happened. It was just her imagination. They jumped in Ann’s VW and drove over to Marybeth and Terry’s bungalow. Terry was a bit surprised to find her mom in bed naked. When she talked to her she thought her mom almost looked guilty about something. Her mom looked like she’d had a romp in the sack as her friends called it. Terry didn’t know for sure but looked around. She had just spotted a pair.