Your cat is quiet now. I want to ride you doggy-style."By her hairs Pete pulled Erin´s head from the back-pack. He bit the nape of her neck again. He...knew that like with a****ls, it makes the arse arch."I know where you want to have it know, tasty teen. Let me slide into your tightest." With his left hand, he used the mix of their cums to smear the entrance between her bums. First with one and soon with two fingers. With his very flexibele big thumb, he rubbed the message center beyond her Mt.. She got into it. She saw his cock jutting out, and that confirmed her suspicion that their conversation had been about fucking. Well, he had already done more for her than Massa ever had; by drying the dishes, he had done more for her than Massa ever had.“May I call you Vickie? We probably shouldn’t use the name ‘Sally’ even in private.” Jeff could see her indecision, but he couldn’t imagine the reason. He had asked her to let him make love to her, and she was hesitant. Well, he had at least. I took the elevator to her floor and knocked on the door. When the door opened, I couldn’t believe it. She was so fucking hot. Probably about 5’6′, 120lbs, nice smooth complexion, black thigh highs, garters, heels and a lace top, oh and a wig and all the make up too. She smelled very strongly of perfume and her place was well kept. She looked me up and down and approved with delight. I stand 6′ tall with an athletic build at about 185lbs and very clean cut. My cock was now throbbing as she. Yes, everything had worked out beautifully, and Ron was satisfied. He rose from the table, walked over to where his wife was rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and pressed himself up against her, feeling the cool, smooth roundness of her naked buttocks up against the limp flesh of his restless slumbering cock."Ummm... great breakfast, honey."Sharon turned to him, and smiled, throwing her bare arms around his neck almost languidly."And the cook? How was she?".