“When you texted me Sunday afternoon, Nick and I were together, in his kitchen; he was sitting. She sat down on my lap, straddling my legs, stretchi...g the fabric of her thin panties, trapping my hard cock between our tummies. “I was on his lap, like this,” then she whispered, in her sultriest voice, “except I was naked… so was he. I’d already teased him with a little strip-tease… he liked it.”She glanced down between us, where my cock was trapped between our bodies, “Difference was…” she ran. Even then I didn’t have the courage to tell her about my feelings for her. I kept waiting for a miracle to happen. And she always wore tight leggings which drove me crazy staring at her shapely thigh and big pointed boobs.All thanks to Almighty for giving me the perfect time to ignite my passion. One night as usual after dropping her home and after peeping through the keyhole, I was about to leave and she asked me for a favor to help her hang a painting on the wall. I was super excited and she. It didn’t really matter to him that much what it was. To him it had a great deal of sentimental value since it was proof that not everything was worth stealing. It had absolutely no purpose other than the fact that it looked nice and if he were to ever get hit in that exact spot with an arrow it might stop it.He tied the leather sash back around his neck as he heard the guards coming down the hallway to release him back into the city. They stopped and one guard shook his head as he looked down. Sorry sir." Summer finished taking off her clothes, watching Pete masturbate through the mirror. Summer tried not get hard as she ran a cooler than normal shower. Summer quickly lathered up as Pete increased his pace. She could tell Pete was getting close as he started to moan. She tried not to look though it was the hardest thing she's ever done. When she was rinsing her soapy body, Summer noticed that Pete stopped before he came. He lit a cigarette as he tried to calm himself. Summer was.