Once Rachael had Martin's backpack slung over her shoulder, shestarted towards the front door, only to an "Ahem" from Martin. She turned and looked a... him, seeing his standing there with his hands at his hips and a slight scowl on his face. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked in a slightly playful tone. Rachael didn't think so, until she recognized the way he was cocking his cheek to her. Rolling her eyes, Rachael thought that Martin was definitely playing this for all it was. His hands gripped my skin where my ass meets my thighs and they dug in to guide my sex upon his face. His tongue poked up into me. I ran my hands over his broad chest and down to his groin, leaning forward as his tongue prodded and probed my inner folds of my pink shaved pussy. Miyu and I were face to face as she humped her husband. Her face was orgasmic as she rode him with hard and deep strokes up and down! She reached out for me and I leaned forward for our lips to meet. She kissed me, and. Do you understand?” I replied; “sort of sis, but why do you want to be branded?” she said she needed something to permanently remind her, to stop her slipping back into her old ways, and she wanted mother to watch, as we were both her victims, and it would be symbolic! I thought for a while then said suspiciously, “and what will you want for this service?” she grinned, then said “several good screwing`s like that yesterday!” which had me smiling. We kissed, and I told her though I would be more. The narrow lane I am now on ends at a bridge over the Cam and I turnleft along the bank: there are several pubs and I go to the third andsit at a table outside, as agreed. I wonder what you will be like andwhat this spring afternoon holds, as I sip a glass of chilled Chablis,my legs crossed, only showing my stocking tops in the occasional lightbreeze.Each time a gentleman walks to the pub I try to work out it is you. I'veseen no photograph, just a couple of extremely erotic pencil sketches.