The pressure on her clit sent shivers down her spine. Kevin's eyes bore into her, and she sat very still. Not breaking eye contact until the last poss...ble second, he lifted her nightgown and allowed it to fall over his head. Jenny was trembling, her eyes not vacant as he took her right breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled the injured nipple and the pain made her gasp. She hadn't known she was holding her breath. Jenny lifted to try to take his organ inside her again. Again, it slid up her. I’m Jasmine ... I’m here for Mr Gordon’s weekly massage service” she explained. Mr Gordon was Scotts father. He wasn’t aware that his father got a weekly massage, and he suspected that his mother didn’t either. It was a Tuesday and his mother had her regular lunch date with her girl friends at this time of day.Knowing that his father occasionally fucked Beth (his attractive business partner), Scott had suspicions that this young lady might be providing more than a straight massage service. He. As I stood up and looked down below from the 5th floor, I saw a couple of aunties from my apartment block sitting and chatting in the garden of our complex. From the top I could identify one of them as Nandana. Our paths have crossed before a couple of times, but ended in nothing other than a friendly smile. She used to live in our block three stories below with her husband. Nandana was 29 years old (34-26-34), fair woman, long dark brown hair, busty and tits to die for. I had seen her ass. ‘Meggie. You got three texts from her while you were in the shower. I wasn’t spying, but… your phone just went off three times and all three times it was from Meggie ‘slash’ Trixie. What does she want?’ Charlotte turned her head to look at Jack, a shadow of doubt flickering across her face. ‘I don’t know, I haven’t read them yet,’ Jack continued massaging Charlotte’s breast, smiling at the way she responded, her back arching as she pressed herself against his hand. ‘Are you going to?’ ‘Yeah,.