” I didn’t respond to her. I grabbed her hand to help her to a position where her mouth can reach my cunt-soaked cock. She licked the juices from ...y balls to the head, and then tried to stuff my whole dick in her mouth. She choked a little, but she kept sucking. I had to stop her because I wanted some more of that pussy. I now sat down on the stairs, offering Nicole to ride me. She obliged. Nicole rode my dick with ease, moaning and quivering each time my dick disappeared from view. Her nails. . so much for a moment of - umm - splendid isolation.Turns out it was a guy lying on a tree root, wearing nothing but a pair of tatty jeans and a pair of boots, looking at me over the soundbox of an equally tatty guitar. He smiled at me, teeth showing white amid a strangely neat beard, waved a small hash pipe in my direction. Ah well, I thought ... might as well say hello.What came into view was a woman in a long blue dress, worn over the obligatory Convoy Boots and with a grubby grey jumper. "Let's see what we are dealing with exactly."The man who seemed to have her fate in his hands opened the file and scanned a few pages, reading some passages to himself. Of course he actually knew most of the information already by heart. He himself had been responsible for the bulk of the research. It was just pleasant to see the irritation in the girls when they were reduced to a bundle of pages; to be totally ignored while they were scrutinized on the basis of private detective reports and. “Mmm. You’re deliciously wet. All for me?” he whispered, then kissed her, with his hand still on her mound and one finger slightly caressing the wet spot of her panties.“I need you inside me. Now” Helen whispered between kisses.“No rush, I need to play with you first, to enjoy your sexy body. I need to taste you first,” he replied in a deep, aroused voice in between kisses.Pulling her jeans down her legs, he squatted to inhale her scent, kissing her mound on top of her panties, his hands.