You wanker.”I didn’t know if she was angry because he’d come before helping her to her orgasm, that he’d sprayed spunk over her cheek and into...her hair, or because the goo was also raining down onto the rug. Maybe it was a combination of all three because my mother wasn’t happy at all.“Aw, fucking hell, Mike,” Caspar put in. “What the fuck are you doing?”Poor Mike, I had to feel sorry for him. Even as he was coming he got abuse from all sides. My mother called him names and Caspar made comments. She was still randy from the video she had seen earlier."What if I kiss your ass?" Linda offered."I would love that," Carol replied. "But, I don't have time. I need to finish cleaning the house. Hey, tell you what. If you help me clean the house, then kiss my ass, I think that I can get you invited for dinner. It should be very interesting!" Deal. Only let's do the ass kissing first. Bend over and let me give you a thrill!" Com'on in," Carol replied as she escorted her friend into the house.. "Maybe its because I don't wear a blouse under it."I swallowed hard. I prayed the answer wouldn't be 'Nothing.' "What do you wear?" A leotard."Dodged that one. "Did you bring it?"MB shook her head. "It's in the wash at home. Mom got glue all over the shoulders and sides."I rubbed my chin."I can take off my blouse," she offered.Damn. She was willing to undress in front of a perfect stranger? Well, I guess I'm not perfect, but I was sporting a perfectly functional erection. "Are you okay with. “Won't you ever forgive me?"The woman's gaze remained fixed, her expression vapid. Tears carved salty trails through dried flakes of arousal still smeared over Ivana's face.“My prinsezna, my laská…”Eyes connected by an invisible force, face emotionless, the woman silently knocked her untouched mug off the table, sending a torrent of hot tea flying over to the corner nearest to the stove where Šárka had curled up into a ball of resentment, trapped in a web of conflicting emotions.After being.