I gulp, and then you repeat the question."Something long and cool would be nice, maybe with something light to eat." I reply."Please take a seat and I...will bring it to you." you say, still in the accent. Then off you go into the kitchen. A couple of minutes later you return with my drink. The chair is pretty low and so is the table so you have to bend over to place the drink on the table, this you do, bending from the waist. Trouble is that your thigh is only inches from my face. I gulp and. For the last two day's both Constance and her younger sister Claire had been acting very peculiar. It seemed to him that both women had been going out of their way to seek him out with the most trivial excuses imaginable only to engage him in one meaningless conversation after another. A good example of that was Constance's current question, she was well aware of when they should arrive in Portobello. Why would she ask him about it? Well enough was enough he decided, he would get to the core of. I've given you twenty-four orgasms for every one you've givenme." Aw, but like, it's different for girls, right? Isn't the lead-up betterthan the end?" You tell me, Marc. Come for me. Hard."A confused look dashed across Marcus's face before a shudder rippedthrough her body and she nearly fell over, gripping the banister forsupport. Her pants, now unsupported, fell down to her ankles, exposingloose-fitting boxer shorts. "Ahhh!" she cried between quick, shallowbreaths. "Oh god oh shit oh FUCK!". We were both stroking now, gently, gazing into each other's eyes, but also glancing at each other's bodies. We started breathing harder and finally moaning softly at the same time. Sweat was glistening off our bodies, we could hear each other's juices slurping as our stroking got more intense. I thrust into my hand faster, harder, her hand moved faster and faster in her panties. I loved seeing the pleasure in her face; biting her lower lip, the eyes squinting, eye brows arching, so beautiful to.