They stopped at Marie’s car, Michael waited expectantly for Marie to produce a key. She rummaged through her pockets and then reached for her purse,...only to look up and notice it sitting on the passenger seat. ‘OH NO!’ Michael suddenly appeared right next to her, making conversation easier. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I left my keys in my purse, but my purse is in the car. I’m locked out!’ ‘Wait’ Michael gestured with his hands for her to stay in place. ‘I’ll go around and double check all the doors.’ He. Then skirt, blouse, bra and panties…all in silence…while maintaining the devilish smile and eye contactVirginia was about 5’6 or so…with a fabulous figure…I’ll say 34B very perky breasts with a thin waist and an ass to die for…She kept her heels on and they showed off her legs to advantage…Her pussy was shaved and I guess I couldn’t stop staring at it…She walked over to where I was sitting confidently and kissed me gently as she leaned into my shoulders as a signal not to try and stand…She. She stumbled as he untangled her feet. Reaching from kneeling, he gripped her waist to steady her. His mouth planted kisses on her hips, her stomach and her ribs, hands pushing the tank top up her body. He rose, peeling top and torn bra free of her, tongue flicking over her nipples. Heat surged within and she grabbed recklessly for his zipper, but he swatted her hand away and pushed her flailing onto the room’s busted sofa. He shrugged off his waistcoat, then in a few swift moves ripped all. Is that OK? Yes! he is, oh hang on I’ll ask him! Are you staying to have dinner with us?” Caught off guard I could only nod my head. She turned back to the phone saying, “Yes, and can you have Betty bring up some coffee and biscuits to my living room, thank you? We headed along a corridor to her living room and it wasn’t long before a young brunette wearing a black dress and white sort of cap and apron came in with a tray with biscuits, small cakes and coffee. I couldn’t help it I stared at.