”Naia sat on the edge of the fountain, wistfully gazing at the house. During times like these, she wished she could leave her fountain, to do more. ...nfortunately, that could never be an option, no matter how much she wished it. She was a part of her spring-leaving was a concept as foreign as walking out of her own skin. Having the spring’s water routed through the plumbing of the house alone had been a massively difficult magical undertaking. Though the details were fuzzy, she remembered that. Ronnie has layed back on bed holding my head so he can fuck my mouth. Ronnie nutted in my mouth injust a few seconds and his dick got harder....he's moaning and grinding his dick into my face hard. He pullsme up off my knees and pushes me down on the bed doggy style and sticks his dick in my pussy. My hotpussy lips just wrap around his dick as he slowly is stroking my pussy. Oh s*s you don't know how muchI missed your pussy milking my dick he said. Tell me Ronnie, tell me how this. The shop had a home delivery service and promised delivery the next day.Around five o’clock Wishes had to go, she said she was due to meet Mark at seven and had to change.“Thanks for all your help today. I would never have got as much done without you.” I said bashfully as I walked with her to the door.“You’re welcome, I’ve had fun. I don’t think I’m busy tomorrow, would you like some help with the decorating.” Wishes asked me as she stood in the doorway.“I’d love it if you could. But don’t. I turned and did this in every direction, and then walked over to the DJ stand with a huge smile on my face. The only thing that I had forgotten on the night was to bring baby oil with me. I had noticed that the earlier cowboy stripper had left a bottle there in his rush to run away from the party. To my immense relief it was still there when I put my hand around the back of the plywood plinth that the record decks were placed on. Despite my forgetful mistake I could now end the act exactly how.