The butler held the door open, and Mary hurried into the room."Edgar?" Hampshire said to the butler. "What's the meaning of this? You're interrupting ...y meeting." Sir," Edgar said, "this woman claims that she was the one behind the wall during your party."Hampshire performed the same head-to-toe examination of Mary. "Preposterous," he said. "I booked Miss Andrews here through the production company." Sir," Edgar stated, his cheeks flushing, "I really think you should listen to what she has to. " They shared a kiss and just held each other while the room filled with steam.Wiping tears from her eyes, Lesa looked at Jake, "Okay, back to the mundane. Do I shave this off or not?" She asked as she thrust her pelvis forward and stroked her furry crotch with both hands."Not, I think. Maybe trim it a bit. It fascinates me the way it looks brown sometimes, orange another, and even a bit yellow in really bright light. The hair on your head has the same problem of making up its mind between. Sweet, and definitely dirty. She would suck my cock, and keep me from coming for what felt like hours. Her pussy was tight, and oh so sweet to the taste. Even her arse wasn’t out of bounds, at least to my fingers, or my tongue. Penetrating her with my cock other than her mouth was the no go.“Yes, I’d love to meet your Mum,” I lied. What else could I say. If I said what I really thought, “no I don’t what to met the old bag,” I’d be back to wanking, at least in the short term. I still wanked of. My pussy was almost clearly visible in that photo and that was the one he was jerking off to. I heard him grunt and then saw his cum start to fly over his head and land on the floor behind him with a loud splat. A million thoughts ran through my head as more jets of his cum shot through the air landing on the floor behind him. For a cum slut like me watching his cum go to waste like that was almost more than I could take as I watched spell bound as more and more of his sperm went to waste..