She was dying to see them. Wrapped in a towel, she walked by Reena, pretending not to see her, took the parcel and ran upstairs in her bare feet. The ...istress of the house was the unmarried heiress of a chain of popular lingerie stores. At 45, she was at the peak of her mature beauty. Her Arabic descent was responsible for her soft skin and the looks of a harem girl. Reena was Lebanese and in her early 20s. She was part of a medium-size group of Lebanese lesbians of all ages who had emigrated. I don't really go out like this?" "Really? You look great. Even in the slacks and shirt look you do at work you definitely have something going on" "What do you mean by that?" she got inquisitive and gave him a curious look. "Only good things," he said as he gave her a quick hug "remember that I was the one who got us started. The first time I saw you I knew immediately that there was something different about you. I can't describe it, but I just knew I wanted to get to know you more. And then. I had thought about what to say to her. I wasn't sure what direction to take so I went with honesty."I overheard a piece of a conversation. Frank was on the phone with somebody asking for information about whether someone was a cop. I'm pretty sure he was talking about me." When was this?" she asked."About a week ago. I didn't ask for a special meeting because I thought I could handle it. Even if they made me they wouldn't want to rush into anything." Anything? You mean like killing you?" She. I stopped pleasuring her pussey and ass, trying to tell her that now she had to pleasure herself some other way. She couldn’t hold back. She stopped sucking me, and moved her pussey near my cock. She was facing away from me, on top. She took my cock and started rubbing it on her vulva for a few minutes, and slowly slid it into her pussey. Her well oiled pussey felt like heaven. I was almost wanting to cum, but I tried to focus and last longer. As she was faced away from me, it was a great sight.