First things first, I put the vibrator into it's cleaner. No way am Iputting that thing in my ass again unless it's properly clean. I want ashower, an... to wash my hair too.. but my heels are locked on till curfew,whenever that is. I settle on just stripping out of my uniform, andfolding it neatly for the laundry chute, then unfasten and put away mybra, letting my breasts hang free.. before slipping into a white silknightdress. It feels good against my skin, and the skirt is heavenagainst my. Mike unzipped his fly. The look of shock on her face was priceless. Cynthia’s face was suddenly suffused with scarlet. ‘You can’t be serious,’ were her quiet words. ‘Of course, I am,’ Mike said. For a moment, he thought that she wouldn’t do it. Then, with a long gulp, she slowly knelt before him. Pressing his cock against the married woman’s red lips, he felt her reluctantly take him inside. A few half-hearted licks and some pathetic slobbering later, Mike remained unimpressed. ‘If you won’t. In the darkness the light flashes over us, a steady strobe casting shadows across the room. The moles that scatter your shoulder are hidden under a fallen strap, and the whiteness of your half exposed breasts shines like a harvest moon. We stand at the window, just breathing in rhythm and moving that little bit closer. I can smell the earth of your hair and the salt of your skin. I can see the tidal rise and fall of your body as you breathe with me and the distance closes. As we touch at our. He then grasped a breast with either hand as he began to do her with slow, deep strokes. I saw Francine's large, dark nipples grow about another half-inch as he manipulated them gently. It was a little bizarre, but titillating, watching Pete's cock driving in and out of that intimately familiar pussy but surrounded by blonde pubic hair. I decided that I liked it.As Pete sped up his attentions, Francine launched into a moaning iteration of “Oui, oui, oui, oui,” getting progressively louder as.