Once the door was shut behind us, he turned me around and put his fingers close to my mouth."Nice slut…do not make a scene… just taste your own we... pussy"Then he pushed me over the sink and pulled my dress up to my waist.He took his hard dick out and rubbed the tip with my juices. He then pushed it very hard between my parted pussy lips and he entered me.The bastard began to thrust in to me pretty good, when I felt his hands on my hair. He pulled me up so I could watch him fuck me from. “I can save you the time… we can go to my home if you like? My parents are at work.”“OK, I like that idea”, he said, “but how about some lunch first, I'm starving.” They sat talking easily across the table from each other. Annette was more relaxed than he could ever remember her. She laughed and giggled and when her feet touched his, she slipped off her shoes and rested her feet on his.During the pause, she again asked “So why have you never made a pass at me?”He blushed and searched for an. “I don’t know about what happened in the room, but I’m not doing anything now, and you still want me...very much, if I must say so myself. I don’t think I’ve ever come across anyone who’s desired me the way you do. I smell lust, but there’s also something else I’ve never scented before. It’s very pleasing to me.” He expressed the latter on a rapturous sigh, glowing, electric-blue eyes closing as he leaned in closer to sniff again. She remembered what he had said during the fantasy fuck he’d. I asked knowingly her that is she not having bra? She shies away. Anyway we finished our dinner n started watching TV. It was comedy serial so we both enjoyed. By mean time, her hand touched unknowingly to my dick. She marked it n asked me back. I denied having underwear inside. Perhaps she was happy to know it n the climate too helped her for the arousal.I kissed her on forehead. She hugged me. I could feel her boobs n nipple, my goodness those were so soft and nipple poking my chest. I really.