' Not in Mikey's home. We can't risk him overhearing something, seeing someone ... upset. That first night, I started to get angry and..."Another long...pause."Anyway, I said 'not in the house.' Plus, I just don't ... I mean, I think if we're going to get through this, we have to ... isolate it somehow. That's part of why I wanted this ... this counseling. I know we have to talk, and we have to do it somewhere, just not in the house, and where else... ?"OK, that's enough tough stuff for now.. As loud as he is, I haven’t a clue what he talks about because his accent is so strong. Clearly Scottish, but more specific I cannot be. I do recognise one word in particular though, which he uses frequently. This is a word you wouldn’t want to use with your mother and he doesn’t even seem to be using it in anger or for emphasis. Disappointingly to me, his conversational style appears to be successful since the other voices are all female. Tonight, I cannot sleep. It’s so hot. I know turning. My legs gripped his mid section and I pumped my gurgling slice in concert with his penetrating dick. My internal muscles milked his retreating cock on every stroke and he grunted like a caveman. His cock went balls deep as he plowed my furrow with rabid intensity. He howled his approaching orgasm and I went over the edge as well. ‘Fuck! OH FUCK!’ he shrieked at the top of his lungs. I failed to realize that he blasted cum into my heaving pussy until he slowed down and rested his slimy and. Of course it was. Now I knew where we were supposed to get cleaned up. Sonja yelled to the guy in the truck to find a place to park and then follow us. When we got to the fountain, the girls took off their shoes and set them aside. Sonja pulled off her slacks and tossed them onto the sidewalk. A passing motorist caught a glimpse of the nearly-naked nymph and ran off the road. Her slacks were stuck under his car as he pulled away. Sonja was wearing sheer purple bikini panties and nothing else..