Should I call you? I’m Tom.” I handed her the glass.The woman took the glass, sniffed the contents, and then threw it back, gulping the whole thin... in one go. That had been half a glass!As she wiped her mouth and held the glass out again, she said, “Call me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer acquaintance, Tom.” That appraising look again.I filled her glass this time, and then we moved back out to the living room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might have been a throne.. When she didn't see Josh waiting for her by the front door she looked out to the kitchen. Through the glass doors she could see Josh, headphones in, sitting on one of the sunbeds, obviously scrolling through the songs on his phone. Despite him only having a few hours of boredom until Michael was home, Julia felt sorry for him. Walking through the kitchen she opened the doors. Josh looked up. "Joshua," she said. He pulled the ear buds from his ears. "Since Michael will be home later this. He appeared, muscular and towering behind me in the mirror, his hands at his sides, the warmth radiating from his naked skin mere centimeters behind me. He leaned in to the nape of my neck and breathed warm against my spine, licking the freckles spattered on my skin. Why did my body choose this moment to respond… to the teasing breeze curling through the palm fronds and into our room and around my nipples? To his lips and tongue teasing my mind into a frenzy? To the soft, firm, insistent. You gasp and whip your head back, biting your lip and making eye contact.I smile at you as I thrust my hips forward harder and faster, penetrating your sweet juicy pussy making u moan my name with passion and desire… “ ohhhhh shit, fuck me, fuck me, Ty,” you moan as I pound my dick in and out of your body.As your forbidden lover, I then pick you up and flip you around so that your body is facing me and your legs are wrapped tightly around my waist as my hands grip your waist and lift your body.