I got up on top of him, brushing my hair back out of my face. My ass was planted right on his slippery cock, and it felt glorious. I reached down and ...uided the swollen head to my hole, and worked my hips to let him slide right inside me. He groaned a bit, and I sat up, and ground his cock deep inside me, and rocked my hips back and forth. His fuzzy balls were tight against my ass cheeks, and I could feel the hairs against my smooth skin, scratching me slightly. I was breathing hard, now. Not much privacy, I thought, as I untied my shorts, and lowered my boxers to pee. Anyone in the upper floors behind would be able to see into the room where Martina got undressed every day, where she bathed and showered. But maybe that kind of thing didn't bother girls like Martina. There was a bustle of activity from the kitchen next door. "I'm making coffee. How do you take it, Nick?" "Black no sugar." "Alright. But be warned, I make really strong coffee alright?" "That's the way I like it,". ”“Angie, are you trying to seduce me?”“The thought has crossed my mind. I was seeing how far I could get.”“Angie, maybe someday, but it is too soon after losing your husband.”“I didn’t lose him, I got rid of him.”“I know and that is some of what bothers me. I realize it was necessary and I’ll get beyond that in a few more months. Give it more time. Have you worked on George the same way?”“Yeah, but he won’t even rub my leg. I’m not surprised he never found a mate. I swear he is afraid of women.. When he's done massaging my feet, my legs are farther apart than when he started. I can feel my pussy lips open and exposed.He begins to massage his way back up my legs towards my ass. I hear the sound of him working the pump and feel warm, scented oil drip down the center of my ass and into my pussy. "I'm sorry ma'am. My hands slipped." he apologizes sincerely. Oh, it's warm, and it feels good. I almost wish he did it on purpose. "Here, let me clean it up before it makes a bigger.