Lorena es cómplice de mis fantasías ocultas, no me dice que no a nada..., (de momento ja, ja). Se está convirtiendo en mi sumisa oficial.Acordamos ...ernos donde habitualmente.Llego con antelación porque no me gusta llegar con prisas, paseo por las cercanías haciendo tiempo, mirando escaparates y..., me suena el teléfono, es ella, ¿dónde estás?, le digo que abajo en la calle, a lo que me contesta, "sube que tengo muchas ganas de estar contigo". Pues no se hable más para arriba que voy. Me encanta. This time her right breast got all the attention. Paul squeezed her nipple much harder this time. One hundred yards from the house Jean whispered, “I have just cum.”They kissed then went into the house. Jill went for some Champagne. When she went into the lounge, Jean was lying on the floor with her legs wide open 69ing with Paul. She was taking all of Paul’s cock in her mouth. Paul was sucking her clit and fisting her. Her pussy was so wet that Paul’s fist just slipped in when he was fingering. And a blue t-shirt that pulled across her large, but high tits. Leaving the fabric stretched between the two... a great look on most women but even better on her!Stu was very surprised at the visitor at his door and assumed she was there to see his roommate. They did graduate together after all. "Hey Sylvia, what's up" Not too much, I just thought I'd drop in and see how you were doing. I haven't seen you for a while" Well come on in, I'm just about done unloading the dishwasher"She followed. He'd moved to the mainland, met his first wife, had a c***d, divorced, met his second wife, bought a house, and had a second c***d… whose name, coincidentally, was the same as mine. He read a lot, loved music of all kinds, and got every reference I threw at him. I told him how much I hated living in Los Angeles, the failures of my relationship with Jason. I pressed him for details on his attempts to climb Mt. Rainier, about his weekend boat trips in altered states with his friends. He worried.