Adrian had assured her daughter that he was not like that at all, but frankly she wasn't really sure about that herself. Jack did like his sex dirty, ...nd Felicity was right in one respect at least, sex was the only thing he ever thought about. To a woman who hadn't had much sex in eight years, that was a plus. In spite of her motherly assurances, she knew that Felicity's concerns were well-grounded. She just prayed that nothing untoward would ever happen, for if it ever did, Adrian would be. Its nice out, lets smoke in the hot tub. That sounds fucking fantastic, he responded, gettting off the couch showing off his morning wood through his boxers. He came up and made out with me a little, and i felt his cock through his boxers. We grabbed the weed and headed downstairs and into the yard, only in our boxers and socks. It was a little chilly when we were basically naked, but I knew the hottub was already warm. We stripped off our socks and went in just in boxers. I packed the bowl. Her arms went around his armoured torso as he stroked, drawing out the honeyed dew from her petals as she ground against his clever, callused fingers.“Is that it, my wanton little warrior?” he was panting now. “Is that what you wanted?”“It ... it will do, philosopher,” she whispered. “For a beginning.”His fingers slipped into her clasping channel. He began to fuck her with those long, knowing digits. She felt the tide of passion rushing in, gave herself to it like nothing she had ever felt in. It was an urgent sounding voice with a soft American accent, and it issued from a woman. She was leaning on the receptionist’s desk. He ran his eyes over her from behind; in fact, he ran his eyes over her behind. It was without doubt the best shaped and sized behind he had ever seen, and it was shown off to its best in her fitted trouser suit. On it was resting a wonderfully sculptured waist, curved back and above that a long sinuous neck. Blond hair – golden blond – natural. His knees felt.