It was a cold and wet day, and I was miserable. My father had insisted I travel with him on this voyage to the West Indies. It was to last for months ...nd I just knew I would die if I couldn't see William for such an extended length of time. That was my father's plan, of course. William was a scoundrel, according to him. He hated William and his family, and had upon numerous occasions forbidden me to see him. He was beneath us, he used to say. Perhaps that was why I enjoyed William's company. I. She asked him if he liked them and said he did and asked if he could call in by himself one evening when he was working away from home. Fiona said it was fine with her but to ask me.He told me about the videos and if he could spend an evening with us. I agreed as long as he bought me a worn and soiled pair of his wife Amy’s panties – he agreed and we arranged a day for him to come.Fiona and I were horny all day and after dinner Fiona went and changed into a very short skirt, stockings, quarter. Beyond the French doors held a small, yet modest, balcony that overlooked the vast and beautiful gardens of her parent's estate. She had often found herself sitting out there on one of the granite benches in the warm sunshine, pondering the mysteries of life and being lost within her thoughts. During the long summer hours, she'd sit on her balcony when she wanted a change of scenery and enjoy the feel of the wind rustling through her hair as she wrote down her private thoughts, emotions and. I stood up and Rajini watched me as I stuffed my hard dick back into my ruined pants.Smiling, I took her hand and pulled her up to stand beside me. As she stood, Rajini’s skirt dropped down to cover her legs. Big gobs of cum plopped down on the floor as it flowed from her pussy.” Rajini, As much as I would love to try and fuck you again, my cock needs a break. Damn girl! No wonder my brother, Ramu sometimes looks like he has been run over with a truck with all the heavy fucking with you.”Rajini.