The sound got louder as his footsteps came closer. I heard her moans build up, my fingers on my clit kept pace with the woman, their uncontrolled orga...ms always got me off. “If you cum, I’ll make you regret it.” I could barely hear him whisper. I was still outside the window rubbing myself as the woman inside came closer and closer to finishing. I could hear her getting too close; she wouldn’t be able hold it back much longer. She tried to speak, but it was futile. “What was that? I can’t. ‘I don’t know about this…’ she thought, before finally convincing herself that there was a possibility she could end up nude, if she did, Pete would see everything anyway.Dan had also laid out a dress, which was more of a ‘going clubbing when single’ dress than anything, being short and quite revealing. After putting it on, she walked into the living room where Dan was sitting watching tv, and as soon as he saw her, a big smile hit his face.“You look so sexy! I’m guessing you’re also wearing. “I didn’t mean...”“Of course you did.” She smiled, and her finger traced the line of my jaw. “Why, look, she’s blushing! Did you really imagine that it was something to be ashamed of, or that I wasn’t doing it as well?”“You were?”“There isn’t an echo in here, is there?” Mila’s finger was still stroking my face. “Poor dear Juliana, you really need to be helped to set yourself free, don’t you? I should have known when I saw that nightgown.”“Well,” I said, made suddenly bold by the beer, “what do. She was quite a contrast in our Mediterranean community. She was very beautiful, about 20 years of age, tall and slender with blond hair and blue eyes. Her parents had been explorers or hunters and had been killed in the distant jungles of Africa. She had been captured and brought to the slave market in our village where my father bought her for me. She rejected my first overtures to her and eventually it took both Fatema and Raaji to hold her down while I had intercourse with her. Although she.