In most anyone else it would be incredibly irritating, in him it was endearing.I'm the sort of person who doesn't like people in my space and I don't ...ike being in other people's space. It's uncomfortable for me, always has been. It's probably because my family wasn't big on touching and such so I never got used to it as a child. I didn't mind Jack touching me though. I desperately wanted him to touch me in other ways; but, I knew it wouldn't happen, so I resigned myself to enjoying the little. ... nice." Uhh... Like what?" I asked."An omelet would be nice," she replied."I don't know how to make an omelet." Well, I guess you better think of something," she teased, "if you want more playtime."She sipped her coffee as I used the good old internet on my phone. It took three tries but I delivered a good-looking omelet and some toast. She slowly ate it as I wolfed down the two I fucked up."That was very nice," she said, "now you can clean up."I looked at the pile of dishes and sighed. And, truth be told, once she was riding she couldn’t help but try and work her way up to another painful climax. Cum was everywhere, leaking out of her holes, filling her stomach, covering her body. Hands that had been playing with her breasts now rubbed the sticky stuff into her skin, coating her with it. She felt like a complete whore, her pussy and ass holes were gaping, they probably weren’t very tight around the guys anymore and yet they still continued to take her. Slower, admittedly.. It would have made it difficult for me to look through the big bushes. The other had a couple of recycling bins in the front garden. I could use them to hide behind. When I was certain no one was looking, I went into the garden, crouching behind the large bins. I checked the house behind me, which I was intruding, making sure the owners didn’t see me. The last thing I needed was someone calling the police. How do you explain yourself? When you get caught trespassing in someone’s garden at two.