Meanwhile hostel was locked. She started getting scared. I asked her not to worry and she can come to my place. While driving back I kissed her couple...to times. I took her hand and put it on my pants, I asked her to press my dick, and she didn’t know how to do it. I asked her just keep squeezing my cock over the clothes and feel how it grows in her hand. We went back to my place; as soon as we entered I locked the door and gave her my shorts to wear. I went out and brought chilled beer, and. ." Her hands, covered with cooking mitts, pulled out thefreshly-cooked quiche. "...and show you what it should look like whenyour quiche is done. Plating tiiiime! Cut this baby up into caketriangles and serve, serve, serve...and if anyone asks? No! The cake isNOT a lie, and neither is this yummy quiche!"The smiling director killed the camera feed, after which the directorjoined the pleased executives in providing their new star with a roundof loud applause. Even the stagehands looked impressed. I've got such a hard on, you wouldn’t believe it."Rob then came around Cheryl’s desk and started kissing her. She was shocked, but too horny to refuse. He slowly pressed his hand down to Cheryl’s orange pubic hair, and slid his middle finger into her hot, wet pussy. While he continued to kiss her, Rob’s finger rotated and pressed her G-spot, deep within her quivering love tunnel. Cheryl moaned as she had the first vaginal orgasm.Standing up, Rob then pulled off Cheryl’s blouse and bra, picked. Now that hed fucked her, hed be after her all the time for more. But she couldnt let him — could she? Even if she wanted to? It wasnt right — was it? The music coming from downstairs caught her ear. Shawn was playing one of those sensuous, yet lonely pieces he seemed to favor. Alicia was drawn to the hallway to listen. Soon she found herself descending the stairs, her bare feet sinking into the carpet. The music came louder as she moved down the downstairs hallway and into the music room at.