Those leather riding britches would look tacky on Faith. She's much too feminine for that kind of get-up." "No," Faith protested weakly. "I don't rea...ly need a costume."A male voice came from behind her. "Only way to feel at home is to have a costume that fits the mood." Faith swung around to see Dirk leering at her. "All right. Let me run home and see ... I think I have one packed away." She had no intention of coming back, at least not tonight. Once out the door the party would be over, as. Stan said that she told him this whilst he was in bed and she got in there with him and touched his cock. Stanley, she said, I am so horny will you please let me try the position with you. Please. Look she had said .....we won’t do it for real, I just want to sit in that position with you and rub a little. Please.... Stanley....Stan said that her touching him had aroused him and he didn’t seem any harm in a bit of rubbing he would hopefully get some relief himself.He sat on a chair that she had. I close my eyes from the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing. Andre’s head dips down to my breasts and sucks hard on my nipples. His hands seem to be everywhere, touching every inch of my body. He blows on my wet nipples then gently attacks them with his teeth. A mixture of pleasure and pain, everything he does seems to send a surge straight to my inner core. He sits back and pulls my hips to him, continuing to thrust deep into me. I’m like a rag doll in his hands, allowing him to do what he. Now the room looks happy, and that makes me happy.”“It’s really a lovely house, Carmen. I like the period woodwork. It has a patina of age.”She nodded. “Mmm. I like that we worked on it together.”“We worked straight through lunch,” he remarked.“That’s right. No wonder my stomach is growling. Interested in carry-out?”“I have a better idea. Let’s walk to that little Irish pub down the street -- have some rashers or bubble-and-squeak with a pint of Guinness on tap.”Carmen bit her lip. “Okay. I’d.