Who else would dress like this anyway? They go to the stairs, and she follows him up three flights of stairs to the top floor; wondering why they didn...t take the elevator? She knows the strip of cloth covering her ass crack has slid together working like a T back but feeling like a wedge holding her ass cheeks apart as she climbs the stairs. They enter the room and he has wine chilled and waiting. He pours two glasses and opens the curtains then the sliding glass door to the small balcony. They. ”The young man’s face registered disappointment.“I must get to London before half seven but I need to return this book to her. May I leave it with you?”Ginger agreed. The caller said he needed to write a note to Helen but he didn’t have a pen, so could he borrow one? He wheedled until the safety chain was unfastened, then he entered the flat. As soon as he was through the door he punched Ginger in the kidneys and, as she gasped and crumpled, kicked her in the stomach. Before she could move he’d. ”I asked, “When was this, was this on my drill-weekend, I was away for the Reserves?”Nat answered, “Yes, it was just us two, so we were running around playing with our vibrators and eating each other out all day, you know we get pretty kinky, I even fisted Maggi twice. Oh and now when I fist her she tells me all she can do is think about you and when she cums she always calls out Your name.”I laughed and asked, “Does that bother you?”Nat said, “Not really because Half the time when I cum with. He liked being able to see my clit and to touch it constantly, if there was hair there he wouldn't be able to have done so with so much ease.I lay on my creaky bed, and opened my legs, he put out his cigarette by stamping it into the floor then removed his jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up and approached the bed with razor and oil in hand.He lifted my knees up to get a better view and then smeared a handful of oil all over my pussy and rubbed my clit hard with his palm whilst doing so. He.