She rose up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth. "I love you, like a son."Natasha gasped a little and for a moment as I pulled slightly back, she...looked as if she might kiss me back, we just gazed at each other for a long time, the air was full of erotic tension; and finally, she smiled at me and leaned into me again, putting her head on my chest. "It's very romantic," she whispered and then she fell silent and the tension slowly drained away. The moment was wonderful and romantic and we. At that moment, I could feel how tense her body was. The rigidity of her body and the lowered gaze told me that she knew that she did something very wrong.As soon as we closed the door behind Stefan and Ivana, I released the hold of my wife and walked away from her and towards the kitchen.She stayed behind initially but chose to follow me in a moment later. I took a glass and found some ice in the fridge. Then preceded to walk towards the liquor cabinet in the living room as soon as Sandra had. Usually I wouldn't give them the time of day but he was so wet and sad-looking I invited him in to dry off a little before visiting the next flat.I apologised that I was only in my undies but he said he didn't mind in the least and am sure I saw him flick the front of his trousers where his cock was lying. Anyway, I took his jacket and hung it near the fire to dry. He took off his shoes which were sodden and I placed them somewhere warm. Sitting next to me, I could see his trousers were soaked. I can just barely taste Andrea’s sweet 19-yo pussy juices which are slowly soaking through her panties and into the shorts, encouraged by my tongue strokes. My arms are beginning to quiver both from the excitement and blood flowing to my crotch, but also since I’ve been supporting my body primarily from arms for several minutes now. Danielle’s hand moves from the base of my cock and feels its way along my shaft until she reaches the head. She surrounds my cock tip with her fingers and gently.