He would make a great replacement if her useless husband was not going to give her a birthday fucking she craved. This was shelved though when she dis...ppointedly saw the post person was in fact female and a right looking dyke at that. It did not stop her though thinking through the scenario of the postman delivering a large letter to her. Her mood was lightened as she almost chuckled to herself the letter she wanted was French and full of good old fashion male stiff cock; but her frustration. Lena & I left the rest: siblings and folks. They will be back by the end of that afternoon. We hurry.Lena & I shyly start to kiss -- our tongues doing a warm wet whirl while my hands are all over her!Lena lets my finger dwell down her spine into the slit between her hot tight teen cheeks cramping.Lena lets my pink probe her pink sexy sweet sphincter which only gives in after I start to tonguing.Lena lets me feel her up her private parts with partly parted legs on her knees where I am. "This is Mr. Richwell's suite," I told Irene, before opening one of the double doors. "It's very important he remain restrained at all times." I led her in. "Good morning, Mr. Richwell. I wanted to introduce Irene Calzetta; she's Linnea's new executive assistant. Irene, this is Mr. Richwell." Goddamn it, Linnea!" he raved. "What crap is this? How dare you profane my house with another of your sluttish, gold-digging 'friends'?" His hand strained for his beet-red erection, but was brought up. It was something that Debbie had never done, she didn't like the idea at all and now her mother was the first to ever suck my dick. My heart raced and raced as she sucked, every pull helped pump more blood into my cock expanding it like never before.I stood there panting as I finally got the courage to look down. She was sucking away, looking up at me, a faint smile on her face.Then, she pulled away leaving my hard cock hanging wetly between us. She opened the box, took out a packet and tore it.