"One more time," Kyle begged. "Your ride is here," I smiled as I pointed to the car that pulled up. "Last chance," Kyle said as he stood up. "Have a g...od night Kyle," I said as I waved at him as we got off the bench. Kyle got in the car as I headed for mine. I could almost kick myself if I could, here I was heading home, alone, while I could have taken Kyle home with me and been fucked into submission. I missed his thick white cock pounding into me. I opened the door to the condo and found the. "Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to him in Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it anyway."Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she said loudly, holding up her fingers."Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you today?" I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think." OK,. Sweetheart: What?Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing you hard tool.Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take of my panties!Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on. "Don't forget you've got school today!"She smiled at Marianne who warmly returned the smile. Layla was pleased that she and her mother got on so well. How would she have felt if the two people she loved most dearly in the world didn't get on? She shuddered at the thought."Thanks, Mum! We just got carried away!" I can see that, Lay! But remember your studies come first," Layla's mother commented. She regarded Marianne, perhaps too obviously evading her gaze from the needle scars on her long thin.