A simple prawn starter, roast beef for the main course and astrawberry Pavlova for dessert. A fine Merlot would go well with that, Ithought.A shower a...d change into blouse and skirt plus my favourite boots, adash of make-up and my wig then into the kitchen to get busy.Everything went according to plan and in no time the meat, potatoes andvegetables were underway, the starters were concocted and the dessertswere cooling in the fridge. I felt very pleased at having everything inhand and poured. Her breasts were modest, but perfectly proportional to her soft curves. I took a moment to take in the view, and then racked the balls for my break. The game was close, but she managed to sink the eight while the eleven was still on the table. I removed my jeans, revealing my black briefs with a VERY obvious bulge.“Hah!” she exclaimed excitedly. “One to go!”“Overconfidence will be your undoing,” I grinned.“I only need to win one before you win three! I’m ahead 5-2!”“We’ll see,” I said.I eked. . fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"The intensely aroused man began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding upward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Peter groaned animally as he felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood-excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back. “I know!” Sandy exclaimed, kicking Mary away, who toppled over and fell hard against the kitchen floor. “I’ll leave it to you.” “What?” “I’ll let you decide. Do you want me to spend my money on your rent, or on my fun?” She was grinning again. Her eyes were fixating Mary: The older girl had learned that this was Sandy’s way of testing the waters. It was one of those moments that decided how their lives would go. “Well…” Mary was scared by what was about to happen, what she was about to do to.