Natasha was quick to return the favour and started to lick the cum off Olga again engaging in another tongue deep kiss before they both looked back at...me, “Wow Mr Frank, your cum taste good” she sighed as they both pulled their shirts up over their heads and off and now I was seeing their little titties for the first time and boy were their nipples solid.They handed me the dirty shirts before picking up their drinks again, “Another toast Mr Frank” Natasha said with a grin, I grabbed my glass. He stayed in the bushes and the trees along the road as rain fell harder and harder. He could feel the dream killer was here somewhere. Jason hated the dream killer more than anything. His was the only name Jason had ever been able to remember. Even his own mother he could not recall. He knew what she looked like, he could remember what she sounded like but he could not remember her name. But he could remember the name of the dream killer. Freddy Krueger. *** Rain fell in thick, relentless. The reason I was there paled into insignificance.When his shift came to an end we headed out of the pub, still chatting and having a laugh. It was easy walking into his house. After all, curtains only seem to twitch when there are two people of the opposite sex about to embark on something illicit.It wasn’t until I got inside that I started to have second thoughts. The jitters caught up with me and I found myself becoming anxious and nervous. I don’t know why, because Barry was chatty and. I find myself contemplating a life with only one woman.’ ‘And?’ Gilraen’s voice seemed laced with hope. Turgon slid down to the floor, to lean against the edge of the chair ‘It is not a bad picture, after all my parents seem content with the arrangement.’ Gilraen smiled. They sat there, each one lost in their own thoughts. Eventually the afternoon bell tolled and Turgon pulled himself up from his position on the floor, flexed the muscles in his back and took Gilraen’s hand. ‘Princess, we can.