You get out of bed and search for your boxers. When you find them, you put them on. Your boxers, however, don’t stand a chance to block your morning...wood. They just show a huge bulge. As you open the bedroom door, you see Danielle in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee with both her hands. Her hair is tied in a knot and she is wearing her nightdress. You can’t see if she’s wearing underwear. “Morning, beautiful,” you say. “Morning, handsome,” she jokes. She looks down at the bulge. “Need. Khan.” And then she moved her hips forward and let out a soft moan near his ear.He didn’t seem to breathe. “I have neighbors, you know.”“Are they young?” she asked, arching her back.“Very old.”“Good.” She was near his lips once more. “I think they deserve a little treat.”“I’ve never been good at sharing.”His hands went behind her neck to undo the clasp of her halter top bikini. Her top flopped down to reveal two very aware mounds of soft flesh, and she arranged her hair and wiggled a little to. She was really working the tease sensation (even though she really did not need to, I was fucking HARD).She then turned her attention to me and helped me take my clothes off. Then, with me on my back, she guided my hard cock into her waiting pussy. Her tightness almost overwhelmed me. I took a deep breath and thankfully was able to keep my cum contained. We fucked and kissed for a few minutes before she took a photo of us intertwined. ‘I will unlock the door now. You get to open it when I say. Her bikini top was slightly too small for her perfect breasts, but then, all her tops were slightly too small. She glared around her, still upset by last night, and still not able to understand it.She heard water and shifted direction towards it. A minute later, she came out on the bank of a swiftly moving river. She sat down on a stone and took off her shoes, dangling her feet in the water as she pondered the weakness her body had displayed.Perhaps it wasn't her body at all, she thought. A man.