Clara’s laugh. ‘What a pity. Perhaps I should have a drink with your two handsome gentlemen instead?’ A masculine laugh. A clink of glass, more...laughter. He needed Clara to go away. He was a peer of the realm, he couldn’t be tried like a common criminal. Once they realised who he was, they’d release him. But she had no such protection. Laughter. Voices. Clara flirting. He didn’t know she could flirt. She was arguing about how much of her wine they had drunk. She mustn’t get drunk, she would. Missy was having fun, but she’d been looking forward to showing off and modeling her Halloween costume for Travis with much anticipation. Unfortunately he’d had to go away on business for a few days and wouldn’t be back until the day after Halloween: tomorrow. That afternoon he’d called from Carson City and sounded quite dismayed when she’d told him that she didn’t want to go out on Halloween without him. It didn’t take long for him to convince her to go out and have a good time; after. As she read her legs had fallen apart and I got a nice glimpse of her yellow cotton panties up her dress. I could see they were darker where they stretched to cover her pussy. I realized that she was wet. My penis stirred in my pants and began to grow. She startled as I came up and her legs came together blocking my view. She looked at me as I came to the top of the stairs. She had a cute mousy look that was caused by the glasses she wore and the short cut of her black hair. I noticed that the. ’ Just as Jack had predicted, his words were making Meg’s internal muscles involuntarily grasp him even tighter. ‘On three…two…one.’ Jack released her, allowing Meg’s body, under gravity, to plunge down onto him once again. Meg screamed.‘You bastard,’ moaned Meg, as she slowly started to recover.‘I aim to please,’ murmured Jack as Meg slowly began to glide herself along Jack’s length. Despite the mindblowing sensations, Meg closed her eyes and put every ounce of focus into rhythmically rocking.