It looked grand to me. Big columns like you see sometimes in pictures and a whole lot of windows, all with white lacy curtains blowing with the breeze.... They were all open. She pulled around to the back and parked next to the large back porch. I hopped out and grabbed the bag of groceries ready to follow her inside. She never looked back but went straight to the back door and inside. As I got to the door, she pushed it open and held it for me.Inside was a huge kitchen with lots of cabinets and. So my mum and brother decided it was best they went to get the food as I had almost a whole bottle of champagne to myself.While they were out, herself and I were sitting on the sofa with the television on, we were talking mainly about work, cars and memory's. We had Happy Gilmore on the television, once I'd run out of things to talk about she asked me about relationships/girlfriends etc. So we spoke a bit then it got quiet again and we watched some more Adam Sandler, she already was tucked onto. "The sound of him begging floods her pussy, and she so desperately wants to accommodate him. She wants nothing more than to end the delicious torture right now by taking him in her mouth, and fingering herself to completion. But she can't. Not yet."I don't think you need it badly enough yet." She croons in his ear. "Let me know when you're so hard you hurt. When you can't stand it another second. Then I'll think about putting your delicious dick in my mouth". She rolls him over so that he is. I was hurting. I just wanted to drown in that girl’s body. I would do just that eventually I promised myself. I looked at Cheryl, I could see what Victoria meant about the basque, and it barely covered Cheryl. Big-breasted 38c, 24inch waist, 38inch hip, hourglass perfection. By far the best figured girl in the room. Sexy, desirable the adjectives could go on and on. (But compared to Victoria she left me cold.) The basque nowhere near covered her breasts and it rode up high on her hips exposing.