On the forty-five minute ride home Anita filled her uncle in on all the family’s gossip. However, Dave barely heard a word she had said. The only th...ng that was on Dave’s mind was how in hell was he going to get into Anita’s pussy. The whole ride home he could barely stand it, his dick was still hard from her come on in the airport. Now driving back to the house with the top down, the wind blowing her long red hair and her thin tank top revealing her hard nipples, was almost more then he could. . . I'm cumming! . . . cumming!! . . . cumming!!! susanna leans forward, her mouth wide open. My juices spurt all over her face and into her mouth. She wipes her face with her fingers, licks them clean and looks at me with that shy little smile again. I pull her towards me, kissing her lips hard and holding her tight for several minutes. Her ordeal behind her, it's time for susanna to get some rest and relaxation. And after that, her next training session will be home alone with Ingrid. "Thank. My wife Carol was always a sound sleeper. That allowed me to play out some of my fantasies with her while she slept. Carol had a very erotic and sensual side of her that she suppressed as she feared it would take over and she would become the cock slut that she was. Although she was a great cock sucker, she rarely gave me head – she liked it too much. When she was hot the inner slut would take over and she was a tigress in bed – she would suck my cock as if her life depended upon it. Or, she. She had a succession of maids. She didn't fire them - theyleft as she drove them crazy. Lindsay was the only person clueless asto why they left. She regularly visited the best spa in the city andshopped in Paris and Milan for her clothes. Occasionally she would slumin New York or Boston if in a hurry. Though a snob she was not unkinddeliberately. She just had a hard time remembering that the staff wasthere. They seemed almost invisible to her. Her husband annoyed her byspeaking to them as if.