Her back arched immediately to greet my cock and she grabbed the back of the bed with one hand and the covers with the other and we rode together to a...wonderful orgasm. I’ve always wondered what she had been dreaming about because she was ready immediately. Another time, she wanted to masturbate for me, knowing that I loved to watch. It had become our custom to have her come three times to my once. I can only come about three or four times a day (OK, usually less… LOTS less), but she is –. 3. She cruises into the cobbled driveway that is her home and stops a foot from the garage door. It’s obvious that Jeffery isn’t back yet – his Mercedes would be parked in front of the house if he were. She checks her watch. It’s already half past four. He won’t be back till another hour at most, that’s if there isn’t any late hour meeting to keep till nine or thereabouts. How relieved it makes her feel, at least she’ll have enough time on hand to thoroughly clean herself up before he arrives. . She hadn’t locked it, so he entered.He went and sat on the bed and pulled the prostrate woman into his lap. She huddled against him, but she didn’t hug him. He rocked her and gently smoothed her hair as she sniffled. “Mary, you have to explain what the problem is. I can’t help if I don’t understand,” he said softly to her as he hugged her gently.“You, you’re the problem,” she said her voice was muffled as her face was buried in his robe.“What did I do wrong, Mary?” he asked.“You came here,” she. Natasha was standing there holding a tray with a coffee on it "Your coffee sir" she said quite loudly for the benefit of anyone caring to listen and brushed straight past me giving me a wicked smile, I closed the door she put the tray down on the table, she stood by the bed the bed and looked at me purring in her sexy accent "I don't have long I only have an hour”, as I looked at her I thought she must be twenty two or twenty three and about five foot one tall and very petite, she began.