" she answered. "Never. Usually he reads the paper and then watches TV." Mort held his arms out to the side, smiled and sat back in the chair. Carol c...ntinued. "How do you plan to do this for me?" I'm glad you asked." he said. "I want you to go to your bedroom and find your sexiest outfit. Try the tan one with the garter belt and stockings. Then wait and she'll appear." Carol sat in the chair trying to comprehend all this. Mort continued. "Get movin'!" he answered. Carol walked out of the room. Faster. Until my lund ached and could take no more. Finally I collapsed. Spent, my lund still half hard inside of her. I rolled onto my back, pulling her shaken little body on top of me. Her pussy gently squeezed and teased my lund. And I ran my hands along her back and through her hair. I kissed her gently on the cheek and lips, and we shared long, deep kisses beneath her bright orange hair.I think we drifted. We dozed off. We awoke at some point to find Avinash gone, but could hear faintly. “If there’s moaning to be done, let’s do it together.” I stripped down to my knickers and slipped under the duvet beside her. Fortunately, the bed was wide and I turned my back to her and told her to get some sleep. That, however, was clearly not her plan. I felt her lips on the back of my neck as she moved my hair away and her hand explored my spine. “Faye, go to sleep.” But I turned to face her and her lips met mine. “Faye….” “Shh. I’ll be fine and we both want this, don’t we?” I couldn’t. Her puckered, pink nipple glistens from his caress. Isobelle runs her feverish fingers through his thick, dark hair. He looks up from lavishing attention on her moist breast. Ezra takes in the scene. Her skin is flushed, breathing unsteady and her eyes are desirous pools.“I want you to place your hands on me”“Fuck me.” She says softly “I’ve dreamed of you for days”He chuckles, a sound that is soft and dense like wood and clover.“What would you do?”Air between them hangs heavy and empty a moment.