The cottage’s door seemed to have been painted black, but the color had faded from many years of sunlight and was now a pale grey. None seemed to ha...e maintained the house for years, even though somebody seemed to have recently started to take care of the cottage since there were fresh plants in the garden. With the smoke from the fireplace, somebody must be home.Pymaria knocked on the door, and the door opened as soon as she lowered her hand. A stunning woman greeted her with a wide smile.. "I can't believe you just came inside me!" she said. I apologised and said I just got carried away. I asked if she was on the pill. "I wouldn't have let you inside me without a condom if I wasn't" she said. "It's just you made such a mess, and it's still running out of me!" I hadn't masturbated since about a week ago and felt that I'd cum inside her quite a lot. I glanced at her legs. I couldn't see anything, but I was just imagining my cum running out of her and down the inside of those thighs. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a decent opportunity. He’s already suggested such; he’s invited me in once. But I had my hands full of groceries, and then when I didn’t. It turned out to be a pretty good night there too, with Donna making a couple of hundred dollars in tips and table dances along with her regular pay.Unable to wait a moment longer, Donna called home during one of her breaks between sets. "James, I talked to Rachael at work about the bachelor party. She said I should charge $250 an hour for a party of ten guys with a two-hour minimum. That's for starters, then if the guys want more, of course, it goes up from there."I figured, because they are.