.She drew her nipple from his hungry mouth. "You may take off your blindfold now, and look straight up."Impatiently he pushed away the nuisance which ...ad deprived him of the visuals he craved. In the dimmed room, his dilated pupils were overwhelmed with a brightness coming from directly above.His vision stabilized and he made out two feminine pairs of legs horizontally intertwined on the ceiling mounted flat screen. Gradually the image panned out to reveal more of the stunning, toned, fully. Even when she finally slid the blouse off and let it fall to the floor, she still refused to turn around. Lexi moved in between Tom’s knees again, so close that he could feel the heat coming off of her. His cock was engorged, tenting the running shorts he was wearing obscenely. She continued to move until she was pressed against him, his face on her bare back. Tom inhaled her scent and began to kiss along the small of her back, just above the waistband of her skirt. Lexi bent over, pushing her. I asked her to show me her boobs.She got tensed once but I was able to convey her. I forcefully took her t – shirt above her boobs. She was not wearing bra. Looking at those melon my dick got harder. I just held her by hand & placed her hand on my dick. She also got in mood. She started giving me hand job, while now I was busy with sucking hard one of her boob, she said that I do have two, give equal chance to both. I just inserted my one hand in her shorts, she was already wet. Juices were. 141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents, vagrants and prostitutes who soon used it as their base to ply their sordid trade.Ah… sex. The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex.