I had just spent 4 years in a very ‘steady’ relationship, 4 years of ‘making love’, I had had my experience of a ‘nice’, ‘stable’ girl...and wanted to have some fun before settling down. I wanted a girl to have some fun with for a year or two, a girl that will drag you into the toilet for a quickie when you’re meeting her parents, snog some random girl in a bar to get you going or turn up on your doorstep with nothing on but a tiny coat. Even if it was never going to go anywhere and I couldn’t. My asshole clenched over her finger and the first gush of semen forced itself up my shaft and filled her mouth. Unable to swallow, she pulled her head back, still in the grip of her orgasm, and the second fountain sprayed her face and hair with hot cream. I jetted again, and then again, my body pouring its energy through my cock, then stilled and let her finish, feeling her hips slackening as the last bolts of climax flashed through her. Her mouth sought out my deflating prick and engulfed it,. "Then I'll make a start in the kitchen," he smiled, and went to fetch his tool-box.The drain – actually the trap – was easy to clear, the taps presented a little more difficulty; they hadn't been dismantled ... well, perhaps not since 'Christ was a corporal' but certainly he wondered it they'd had any attention since the house had been built in the sixties. Eventually they yielded and a little elbow grease and silicon lubricant with a new washer had them working like new. As he started work on. Her dark, curly red hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep it from sticking to her face. A pair of orange flip-flops showed off her neatly pedicured toes. And, most importantly, her oversized purse contained her most recently purchased book of compiled erotic short stories, and her favorite vibrator (a mini bullet type, with wireless remote), which she had actually forgotten to remove after her last trip out of town. Miranda ordered a large blended coffee drink, and situated.