I kiss your neck, my right hand going under the robe, my cotton shirt contrasting against the silk. I cup your breasts and then keep moving down your ...tomach, to your dripping pussy. I can hear you gasp when I touch that perfect little spot, it has swollen up with anticipation. You have both hands under your hips behind you. One on my waist, keeping me close, the other rubbing my giant manhood. I spin you around to face you and kiss you. You help me shrug off my jacket, and now you’re tugging. Can you come round on Friday after eight, he will have gone by then, ' she said in a matter of fact voice.'I'll be round on Friday evening then Sarah, when I'll be seeing a good bit of you, ' I said with a laugh.She turned and walked away into the rain towards my brother's home. I walked the hundred yards to my parent's home and got the usual yell as I entered, from my mother, 'Don't bang the door!' Of course it was too late; the door was on its way and banged shut.'God Jack how many times have. " Alison said, provocatively parting her long legs."Impulsive little mynx aren't you?" Helen sighed. "Don't you have any control over that?"Alison giggled, stroking her smooth lips. "Sometimes. But It's been very naughty tonight - are you going to spank me again?"Helen gave her a cold smile. "Tell me." She whispered. "Do you plan on fucking your way through my whole family?"The memory of finding this tramp with her husband was the injury which had caused their break-up and now she had added the. And I just stewed thewhole time. This was the cap to a really bad day.Then, as I was about to leave, something strangehappened. I was shoving the clump of wet towelsinto a garbage can. Out of the corner of my eyes, Isaw a reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was thispetite, thin girl with short cut, sandy-blonde hair,wearing a man's shirt and tie, standing next to thegarbage can. For a second, I froze, wondering ifsomeone else was in the room.When I looked up and faced the mirror, though,.