"Let go of me!" That's the kind of fight I like to see in a wench!" He sent a wicked leer at her with his words.Jillian beat her fist against his ches... and face, but he didn't seem to notice. He smirked at the crew chasing the fleeing guests. Before she could stop it, he had pitched her over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs after his crew.From her inverted view, she saw the bloody result of the crew's passing. Men dressed in costumes lay moaning on the ground clutching their wounds. One. Set in woodland the house enjoyed total privacy, not overlooked from any direction. Even out on the balcony you could do whatever you felt like without fear of onlookers. John came back. He had changed; gone were the smart, if casual, trousers and open shirt, now he was wearing a silk robe tied at the waist. He looked gorgeous with his well sculpted calves, square shoulders, just a hint of hair on his chest. He was carrying two glasses of red wine, one of which he passed to me. “Cheers Nicki.. I held my breath. This was the moment of truth. His cockhead pushed into my pussy.“Mmm, oh fuck yes,” I moaned, “Just like that, baby.”“Mrs. Williams,” followed a loud knock on the front door. Startled, we jumped to our feet.“Who was that?” my husband asked.“It’s Mr. Bozeman,” I answered, “Perfect fucking timing.”“Get rid of him,” hubby laughed.“You know he won't just leave,” I responded, “He is so fucking nosey.”“Answer the door naked,” he laughed, “He will run like a scalded cat.”“Don't tempt. I was just interested.” Carly blushed. “Actually, my boyfriend and I split right before college started. We’d been together a year and we did have sex twice before the split. So no, I am not a virgin.” “That’s news to me. Why didn’t you say anything?” Miranda leaned forward on the table, hands tucked under her chin. Her arms squeezed her breasts together under the lowcut shirt she wore. This made Carly blush more. “I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal,” she said, looking back at her.