This is the continuation of my previous story. Those who have not read the previous part, please read and come back to read this part for better under...tanding.Vaishali and I knew that it was like our honeymoon trip as we were fucking like rabbits with a lot of passion and lust. On the other hand, I had no idea what my intern Jignesh was up to. Three days after the trip, Jignesh came to me and told me he knew how I have been fucking Vaishali every day. I told him to mind his own business and. . she overstepped the mark by being naughty without my say so. I had obviously been far to easy on her a d that she must not take my kindness as a weakness, i would not tolerate any further individual sluttish behaviour. She apollogised again and with that lowered her mouth around my cock. I grabbed her hair and with one hard jolt pulled her mouth off me, i instructed her to kneel astride me and lay her head over my shoulder. I pulled her skirt up to show off her nice round arse, i stroked her. The thin shaft bulged and shrank as water traveled up it.As the bucket emptied, Charlotte's flat belly began to rise. A bulge formed between her slender hips and gradually expanded as she absorbed the water. She turned away from them and sat down on the bucket. The rim propped her ass cheeks like a shelf, squeezing them up and exposing her deep crack.Charlotte's pretty pink butthole winked every time her cock took a sip. Finally, the bucket was nearly empty. Charlotte's penis made a slurping. “What my name means, and where I’m from?” “I was going to,” she said. “Sure you were. I am Basque, and my name refers to the Virgin Mary, the mom, you know.” Laura was going to ask her about her British accent. Did all Basque people speak with British accents? The only thing she knew for sure about the Basque people was that they were in Spain, and that something called the ETA was connected to them, but she didn’t know what it was. She didn’t get a chance to ask further questions on that topic.