There were three large gates in the walls that led to different parts of the estate. The mansion where Julia lived looked like a boutique hotel, surro...nded by gardens, but was dwarfed by the substantial buildings standing behind it.The shuttle settled on the ground near the house. The pilot opened the door and the stairs unfolded. She stood beside the craft as her passengers debarked.“Come through to the dining room. I would’ve liked to have introduced all of you to my parents but unfortunately. I replaced the receiver and lay down in the middle of the living room. I slowly hitched my leather mini skirt up around my waist to reveal my black lacy panties that were already soaking wet at the thought of what was to happen. I slowly eased my fingers inside my panties and began to stroke my pussy. It was ringing wet and my juices were flowing over my fingers. I inserted one finger into my pussy and pushed it right up to my knuckle and began to finger fuck myself. I then shoved another. "Your mother is incredibly sexy, isn't she Derek?" Robert asked as he gently stroked Miranda's labia. Derek couldn't speak. He simply nodded his head as he sat with cock in hand, unmoving. Robert could feel the intense tension rise between the two as they stared at one another in silence. Robert removed his finger from Miranda's and took her hand in his, guiding it over to his own lap. He took her soft fingers and gently wrapped them around his shaft. Miranda glanced over for only a second. With both hands on my head, he starts face-fucking me slowly, using my mouth as a cunt hole strictly for his pleasure. I time my breathing so that when his cock goes all the way in, I don’t gag. I’m thinking of his directive, “This had better be good!”And apparently, I am doing well, because he steps up the pace. I love that about men, real men. They have to ram their cock in, pushing it deeper, further, faster, harder. A desperate thrusting, over and over again, climaxing in doing something.