Aside from the attack on my parents’ place, I’d never needed anything at home before.At least the limestone stairs didn’t squeak as I descended ...hem, although they made the bottom of my bare feet cold. The only sound I could hear in the basement was my own breathing, so I began searching. Ten minutes later, I knew no more than when I had heard the last scream.“King,” I whispered when I got back to the top of the stairs and opened the door. He whimpered, and I could hear his claws on the tile. He began magnificently: ‘Do you like the result darling? No need to be shy if you are critical because Mrs Stewart is oblivious to criticism or reprimands.’ ‘It’s equal to the best my hairdressers in New York have done for me – a fantastic cut and shape,’ Kirstly enthused. ‘I bet you were nervous about an old tart like me taking to your hair with a pair of scissors,’ chortled Mrs Stewart. ‘N-o-o,’ began Kirsty, realizing that Merrick would now learn that she sometimes lied. She wanted to reach. And since I had undressed while she was in the bathroom she could also see visual proof in the hard on she had caused.She giggled and said, "I think he likes me." She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and said, "We didn't take the time to do this the other day," and then pulled my face down to hers and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. She slid her tongue into my mouth as one hand reached down and began to stroke my hard cock. My hands moved to her exposed nipples and I rolled. At this point she started to grunt. I figured this was normal as we were working on her third orgasm in just a couple of hours. I squeezed her ass tighter. As my hands roamed around back there, I could feel her wetness between her cheeks. I reached further down and I could actually feel myself thrusting in and out of her. I put my finger down there and held it so her lip was between it and my cock. Chris’s eyes started to gloss over and I could tell she was getting close – so was I. I moved my.