‘Hand me the keys Larissa, cute name, and point me in the right direction.’ ‘Let you drive – you could be an escaped criminal?’ ‘American ...mmigration doesn’t allow criminals into the country.’ ‘Oh.’ Flint had an idea about how to calm her. God she was uptight. He pulled out his wallet and showed her a picture of his mum with him at Sydney Airport. ‘She’s a lovely woman. God, look at her tan.’ ‘Very trustworthy looking isn’t she?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ ‘And who looks a lot like her?’ Larissa hedged. She swallowed his prick, then slowly pushed it out, ‘Let me finish you off before Granny starts breakfast.’ ‘My god you’re good,’ he groaned as her tongue, lips and fingers brought him to an erupting climax. ‘You’re not bad yourself,’ she whispered as she sat up and kissed him. ‘Did you taste yourself?’ She grinned. At breakfast there were knowing looks and smiles from Donna and Betsy. Annabelle came in with her baby in her arms. ‘Matron wants you to go down to meet the young widow who wants. “I thought I saw you watching me sunbathing.” My face turned beet-red. “Oh, you were on the deck?” She smiled and turned toward the stairs. “It’s OK if you want to watch me” She said playfully. “Well if you’re alright, I’ll go back to my tanning.” I stood in the hallway, shocked; unable to move or speak. Did I just hear her right? Several minutes passed before I was able to move. I finally mustered the courage to return to the kitchen. I slowly approached the window. As if the last fifteen. "But before I could speak, and in one smooth motion, she shoved me hard against the edge of the bed so I fell onto it and crawled on top of me straddling my chest.I could feel the wetness and heat of her pussy sliding against my sore nipples as she clipped my wrist cuffs to the corners of the bed."Well, if you're not going to talk..."She spun quickly around and shoved her sex into my face and mouth as she spread my legs and began to secure my ankle cuffs to the bottom corners of the bed.My cock.