Wrapping a full-length bath towel around Bridget. Bern guides her to the table and pushes the coffee to her. After leaving the room to run a hot bath,...Bern returns to the table."Once you have finished your coffee you can jump into the bath and have a good soak," Bern says insistently.Bridget, gulping down the last mouthful of coffee from the mug, walks straight to the bathroom, turns off the taps of the steaming bath and slips in with a pleasurable sigh.From behind the closed door, Bern could. Tickets ( my father Is a rich businessman? ) The trip was night long. But the train got delayed and I boarded only by 12 pm. I found my berth an enquired to the ticket checker. The top 2 berths we’re booked for me and my uncle. I went up and got comfortable ready to sleep. I was not feeling sleepy at all. The a.c. was strong so I was crouching under the blanket with my Video phone. In 15 minutes the other occupants arrived. It was a man in his late forties and a woman of late 30s. They came in. Elisabeth Coyne flitted the mop head from side to side diligently cleaning the narrow corridor. She had worked at the hospital for a couple of months, Liz found the work menial; but her choices were limited. Returning to work after the divorce hadn't been essential, but now the kids were with their dad full time it was better than sitting at home, dwelling on the past. Liz opened the door of the relative's room, and backed into it, pulling the trolley bucket along behind her. She swung sideways. As I rubbed my cock slowly up and down her slit she gasped weakly, “Do you need a condom?” I groaned, “no baby, I don’t,” and in a slow but steady push, buried my cock in her to the hilt. “Oh God,” she moaned and threw her had back. I slowly grinded and flexed but didn’t pull out, I just tried to go in deeper and mash her clit. As I did this she came hard, once again grabbing handfuls of comforter and half screamed half cried, that is how I can best describe it. Her pussy which was already.