”Dina went into the kitchen with David, who retrieved a bottle of water for Peter and a bottle of beer for himself. After handing it to him said, �...I think it’s for the best if we go into the living room and relax while Dina makes dinner. I found that I normally just get in her way when I try to help. First, however, I should show you to your room.”The third floor consisted of four bedrooms: a master bedroom and bath in the back of the house, two bedrooms in the front of the house, one bedroom. Her friend, Catherine, was different. Around six feet tall and thick-bodied, she moved awkwardly, desperately trying not to appear different to her friends. She had shoulder length hair cut in an unfashionable style and wore no make up. She had however, the most penetrating blue eyes and dark olive skin. She looked like a girl who spent time outdoors, a tomboy maybe. She was also tired of her air-headed friend and caught my eye with an expression of disdain as her pal made some dumb remark. I. Her mouth open, eyes glazed over, as Rick buried his cock to his balls inside her. Grace gasped, the feeling of finally being full registering as a smile on her pretty face. Grace pushed her hips at Rick, grinding her pussy onto his already buried cock. Panting, Grace wrapped her legs around Rick's hard muscled back, pulling him into her as deep as she could. Grace began hollering “Fuck me! Oh, yes, fuck me like a whore! Yes, yes, yes!” Her body ground on Rick's cock. Rick smiled and began. I most have looked like I was having problems walking with them in my heels because one of the cleaners asked if I needed help carrying out the boxes. I would wear 2 to 3 inch heels from work. When he started to walk away I know I had to thank him the right way. I called him back to the car. I told him I want to thank him for helping out. I got close to him and reached down to touch his cock and found it to be hard. He jumped from my touch and tock in a deep breath. I know he wanted me, so I.