We were looking through the photos from the second session, laughing at some of the golden shower shots.“We had a great time, didn’t we?” Katia ...aid. “It would be nice to do it again.”“You mean take more photos?”“No, I mean having more fun without worrying about the camera.”“But what about your husband? You’re married and —”“And you’re not. I know. I’ve already told Marek about you, and he can’t wait to see the photos.”“Oh, okay.”“How about now?” she said with a laugh.“Here in the living. This is so weird. Then Mark felt the cop’s hand squeeze his dick, and an electric shock ripped through his body. He does know! He knows just what he’s doing! The hand squeezed again, and Mark was astonished at how erotic it felt. He actually yearned for the officer to start jerking his dick, but just then the car stopped in front of an old, deserted-looking building. Mark was pulled from the car, and was mortified that his boner was sticking straight out. Damn! I wish my hands weren’t. Leslie grabbed the back of her girlfriend's head, pushing her face harder into her pussy, trying to increase the pressure on her clit. When the first ball had fully popped out of Leslie's pussy, Sarah clamped her lips around the pleasure button, sucking for all she was worth as she pulled the second of the Ben Wa balls out. It was then that someone tried the door handle to the washroom, rattling it, then knocking when whoever it was found it locked. "Two minutes," Leslie gasped out as Sarah's. “That was fucking gorgeous,” she said. “Claire’s a lucky cunt to get that. Do you fuck often?”“Three times a week,” I said.“What’s she like?”We cuddled on the sofa and she questioned me in detail about how my wife fucked and what she felt like and tasted like.“Look,” I said. “She’s out of it. Come up and you can play with her cunt.”She looked shocked and excited. I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs. We pushed the door open and I called out to Claire. There was no answer. We.