You try to speak and the only word that comes out is “When?” “I thought we should leave that for Frank to decide.” She replies. “LEAVE IT ...O FRANK TO DECIDE!” You feel like shouting out but you just sit there with mouth agape. “I don’t want to get into the formalities of arranging dates; setting nights aside for visits and all that.” She explains. “No, I would just prefer it that if......whenever Frank wants to fuck me he can just come over” Her words shock you; they make you shake. She is. Fearing the car might be recognised in the hotel car park she took the precaution of parking in a supermarket car park some ten minutes walk from the hotel. As she walked to the hotel she passed a building site and she could not believe her ears, she was wolf-whistled by two builders young enough to be her sons. It was not until she passed a shop window and caught her reflection she realised her skirt had blown up and she was showing her naked arse.Quickly she straightened her skirt and entered. ‘Milady, this is amazing. How many books do you have in here?’ He asked with eyes wondered around the circular shaped room. ‘Almost five thousand books. Everything from William Shakespeare to Stephanie Meyer even Sherrilyn Kenyon.’ Taking his arm I pulled him in closer to myself. ‘Dreagon, you asked me earlier if I thought our hands would fit together. Well let’s find out.’ I held my right hand up about level with my face. He slowly raised his own hand and laid the pads of his fingers atop. She now reclined on the couch as I knelt between her legs, ready to take her to the top of the mountain and throw her into the clouds. I reached under her knees and raised my hands to her flawless breasts. Her legs lifted with me and her nectar filled honeypot opened, yearning for something, anything to fill the void, the essence of her sex. As my tongue slithered a course from one end of her juicy swollen lips to the other, her breathing became coarse and hard. Releasing one of her tits from.
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