After she left i thought to myself, do you know what all that nylon excitement has left me a bit peckish so i ordered another tea and thought id have ... munch on the cookie she bought me, i opened the bag to look inside and with that i nearly fainted, inside alongside a big chocolate chip cookie was another cookie bag with her worn tights in, All nicely folded up with a post it note, stuck to them, obviously being surrounded by lots of cafe patrons i didnt pull the tights out of the bag, but. I could do nothing, but lay there, bucking against her movements. My cock found its way to her moist and warm sanctuary, and finally I was home. Finally, my dream from before this all started was realised. Finally I was fucking this beautiful woman. But I wasn't. She was fucking me.She rose up on her arms. Her hands holding my shoulders against the mattress. She looked down upon me, and I gazed up at her. Her luscious lips broke into a radiant smile before she plunged back down. Her rhythmic. Finally though, Teresa leaned forward.“I want,” she said in a very quiet voice, “ ... I want to tell you about what happened at the Whitestone mansion.”“Nemetodunum,” said Nikki.“Huh?”“It’s the name of the mansion,” she said. “Nemetodunum. I think it’s Celtic.”“What does it mean?”“Umm ... I’m not sure of the exact translation, but it’s a kind of fortress.”Teresa nodded slowly. She might have suggested a Temple, but after what had happened to the cops who’d searched the place -- never mind the. You want more black cock, huh?" He implied.I looked back over my shoulder at him, biting my lower lip, my voice was shaky and I was panting in lust, "Make love to me, Othello".He looked into my eyes and we kissed deeply and passionately. His strong hands snaked to my hips and pulled me back to make me feel his member mashed against my ass.I let my head drop forwards and O tenderly kissed the back of my neck as I exhaled with a sexy moan. He kissed my neck and let his hands roam all over me. I.