“I think we have a good half an hour before Peter arrives. But not here…Let’s go to my bedroom” – she saidThere we went, and we catched hand.... We kissed. We caressed each other over our clothes, and I started to undress. But Alice stopped me. “Let me do it first” – she said. She took of her trousers and her blouse. She had white cotton panties and bra. The bra showed perfectly her boobs’ shape, and there was black dot where her nipple was. Her panties were normal, everyday’s, not fantasy ones,. My body looked back at eyes red as the ones in the mirror. I was now standing in the living area, there she was there looking for a missing bag I suppose. He walked up behind her, "Hey Sara!" "What the fuck do you want assholes?" "Tsk tsk tsk what a foul mouth on such a pretty girl." She was a pretty girl skinny small A-cup and a small butt barely enough to cup. "Mind coming to my room for a min. I've got something I need to show you something." "Fuck off!" "I'm sorry I just thought you might. And in the way of girls everywhere, they laughed a little, cried a little and became friends.Judged clean enough for the house, the pair returned to the house. A steaming copper and enameled hip bath was sitting on the white kitchen tile. Wendy stripped, and luxuriated in the hot water.While she soaked, her fire suit was washed, her shoes, gloves and balaclava cleaned as well as could be expected; the mud of French Flanders is particularly greasy ... all that soaked-in blood.Toweled dry, and. The feeling of the head parting her puffy cunt lips was pure heaven but the heat of her sex was too much to handle. So without any warning I thrust my 7-inch dick into her well lubed vagina to the hilt. I felt the tip of my dick hitting her cervix and my balls slapped against her ass. The sensation of splitting her tight, velvety cunt muscles almost made me cum after one plunge. I was totally immersed in my love making to Fatima. "Oh Fatima, you are so fucking hot! My hands took hold of her.