’ Dahlia replied. Helen began to think. There may have been no real evidence of Dahlia taking peoples personal items. There seemed evidence however ...hat she had stolen somebody’s lover’s spunkies. ‘The disaster was…’ Dahlia continued. ‘These guys were both gay.’ The plot and scenario thickened. What else would Dahlia do or atleast attempt to do? An answer to Dahlia’s question could not be decided upon alone. Harry had to be involved and she explained that clearly. The apartment did belong to. He began to walk towards her. Jenny became very aware of her body, and the redness she was sure was flushed across her face and neck. "Don't worry about it." She insisted, unsure of where he was going with this. He had never apologized for anything like this before. "Next time just find a way to let me know so I don't have to walk in on that again." She tried to take a step back but bumped into the bleachers, she tripped over the edge as she was walking backwards and landed sitting down,. On a near perfect cue Serena felt him begin to enter her by opening her passage with the most delightful yet, increasingly penetrating moves. She locked her legs around his tight bum and pulled him in, matching her rhythms to his. They fucked slowly and Serena could feel his thick shaft increasing in size until she approached another deeper orgasm. It was not an option - it was imperative. His tongue explored her mouth, his balls touched her ass; Serena was being sexually consumed. The pace. As I pondered, I untied herankles from each other, and tied each one to a bedpost. Thatopened her up very nicely. I smeared some oil in between herbuttocks, but then decided that her pussy was just too perfectto waste. I slid forward over her back, and slipped into her.The wet warmth of her engulfed me, and I pumped in and out,long strokes, my cock swelling. The flesh of her ass movedenticingly as I penetrated her. I smiled, and slid my thumbbetween her buttocks, pressed it into the warm.