I opened the door and there stood a young man of around 33, he said "Can you take this parcel for next door" I thought for Gods sake, so I said I woul..., he asked me to sign and I did, he went and put a note thru their door saying the parcel was here and then he came back and asked me if he could have a cold drink, I said "sure" and in he came.I asked him to sit on the sofa and went into the kitchen and poured a large glass of orange, throwing a towel across my shoulders, God I was so horny, I. Sandy, though, seemed to have little clue, other than that of shoving. Once she got on top, though — a bit constrained head-wise, as Howard hadn’t constructed the bunk with this in mind — she’d time get herself ready before he did what he was himself bent on doing.At first it was about getting him in, little by little. Then it was about leading him into a rhythm that would get her to her moment before he got to his. At the end it was just it was more about just staying mounted.“Wow, Mrs.. I moved my hand up her thighs and leant in for the kiss and of course, she reciprocated by shoving her tongue down my throat. Here was the passion and the lust that was somehow missing, I reached my hand up to cup her breasts and as I did she swings her legs around and straddles me, she's in the position of power now but I hold her. I run my hands up to her breasts and down her stomach. We're kissing again as she's cupped my face with her hands and she moves down to my neck, kissing me all the. In one hand she carried her small case and in the other a riding crop as her symbol of authority. All in all, she gave off a feeling of quiet menace. I felt nervous and I’m sure Fay did as well.“The bitch should be here soon,” she announced as she sat down, “when she knocks, I will go into the kitchen. I’ll let you two greet her and start to get her in the mood. Now, I think we all need a glass of something before she arrives.”She looked at me pointedly and I quickly leant forward and poured.