Saturday afternoon at six and John was sipping a beer. He could see the way that her over-tight jeans cut the ravine of her buttocks as she tidied up ...is snacks.Saturday afternoon at seven and John was passing the bathroom. He could see Jen?s outline in the shower. Buxom, smooth, wet and plump. The fuzz of her pubic hair visible through the wetness of the curtain. She turned to allow him to see her sweet ass, the object of his desire, the inviting gates to his fetish.Saturday afternoon at. Her fingers were laced together and clenched as she counted, only stopping in her fidgeting the moment she reached twenty and she opened her eyes.She was alone, and she turned her head quickly to see if anyone was watching, or if he was still around. But no one was paying her any mind.Lynn sighed, in relief as well as anxiousness, thinking over what just happened. No one had ever made her orgasm like that, ever. How could a man she never met, let alone hadn’t even seen his face, affect her that. She has lust in her body but mind is saying totally opposite. She want to say him “stop”. But her body doesn't allowed. Finally he moved his tongue over her pussy & it's too late for her to say. It tastes good to him. This is his fist Muslim pussy. He is licking it from inside. While putting his middle finger in it. She feels wet softness of his tongue in her pussy that made lust from her pussy to spread all over a body. She moans in a sexy voice which made him more excited. She started. He needed to pay a visit to Alex....Alexandra was Sam's junior business partner, and Cal hated her with a passion. She was 29 years old and fantastically beautiful, of Lebanese descent with shoulder-length, dark curls and a full 5'10" figure. He'd had many a fantasy about what he could do with that olive-skinned body. She, however, was one of the most snobbish people he'd ever met. She looked at him as if he were a servant and he was sure she felt the same way about Sam, too.This morning, he.