She could feel hot cum spurting into her cervix as her mind once again exploded.When she regained her senses this time, she was laying face down on th... mattress. Someone was scooping her fluids and the men’s cum out of her cunt and smearing it on her ass crack. A finger slowly pushed itself into her rosebud. She moaned slightly as the new sensations registered in her foggy mind. Soon there were two fingers. And then three. She found herself pushing back up against the hand that was penetrating. ’ ‘It isn’t?’ I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. I’d feared his hygiene standards might be rather hard to live up to. ‘Then–?’ ‘I have a cleaner. Rita. She comes twice a week. She’s quite a character, always complaining that there’s never enough for her to do around here.’ Luke grinned. ‘I tell her not to worry, that she should spend one hour pushing the Hoover around and spend the other on the settee reading a magazine. That’d be fine by me.’ He shrugged. ‘But she won’t have it. So. Later, the parents walked into town together for an evening out, leaving us to babysit the younger ones. Maria and I sat on my bed, and we began to talk about when we were younger. "It's funny to think we've known each other so long", I say. She smiles. "Yes! Although I cannot envision not knowing you, we've done so many things!" She replied. Maria picked up a photograph on my shelf of her and me at the age of about 13. "You remember what we used to do with each other?" she said.We had never. She was taller than I, slim and with medium-sized breasts. She had a handful of freckles on her face, flanking a small nose and big brown eyes. She wore a sleeveless crop top that showed a flat stomach, jogging bottoms and a pair of black flats. Her red hair was in a pony tail.“Can I help you?” I asked after moment’s silence which I’d used to take her in.“Hi, I’m Kelly, I moved in across the way.” She gestured to the door opposite mine.“Come in.” I said, ushering her inside.“Are you sure it’s a.