She pulled at the soft skin of his chest with her teeth.They sucked each other's nipples to arouse and to punish. He took her ass with his large hands... squeezing her and pulling her open so he could work his fingers into her tight brown hole.Her groaning caused him to twist his hand and push deeper. Her sharp intake of breath suddenly left him dying to remove his fingers and lick her.She wrapped an arm around his neck, fucking his wet mouth with her little tongue, pressing, rolling, and sliding. For a fleeting second, it looked like the bathroom scene that I had seen so often when I'd seen a man piss after sex. It looked like Hal was going to piss at me, the way he held his hard cock. In retrospect, I wish that he had, for then I would have thrown him out and wouldn't have had to endure the last two years. All it would have cost me was a night of missed fucking and the excuse to write this story.We met in the middle of the bed, our lips together. That was all the foreplay that we. As I'd been to a meeting, I was wearing a dark red blouse with grey skirt just above the knee, medium heels, copper coloured stockings, red bra, suspender belt and see through knickers!I went back down to the bar and they all made me welcome, I had another drink and asked for something to eat, the pub didn't do food, but the landlord said he'd see what he had in the back for me.As he went into the back, the two old blokes Tom and Harry introduced themselves and I sat down at a small table and. She was expecting him, as her cental heating was in need of repair and she had made an appointment for that morning. A young 18-year-old blonde, she had only just moved away from home, and into her own place. After only two weeks, though, the central heating had proved faulty. It was only September, but Lotte was thinking ahead to the chill of winter!The repairman, a stocky black man in his late fifties, smiled at her, and she led him into the sitting-room and pointed at the faulty radiator..