The inner lips were parted and there was a pearly glistening visible not far down in her tunnel of love. She grabbed my love handle and urged the swol...en head towards its target. No foreplay this time!She was studying my face as I sank pubes deep on the first insertion. She held my buns so I’d stay there as she whispered, “Is this your first pussy?” I nodded. “Take your time and enjoy me as much as I’m going to enjoy you. There is no rush. And talk to me...” She controlled my strokes, keeping. She lifted the shirt so high I could glimpse the bottom of her breasts so she wasnt wearing a bra. She was in no hurry to cover up and spotted my shed at the side of the backgarden to which she asked " If we go in there I can show you in more detail, if you want". Well the wife was out the house empty and didnt seem to be any neighbours around, so yes of course I agreed.I was extremely nervous but beginning to feel very hoggrny at the prospect of having this girl willingly in my shed. I was. Finally, she was down to only her lace bra and panties. Then she crawled on the bed with me, taking my cock in her hands. She slowly stroked it up and down, occasionally licking the head. She kept teasing me, over and over, before taking it between her sexy, red lips. I gasped when she ran her tongue underneath it. She asked, “Did that feel good?” “Oh yea, that feels real good, I love watching you suck my cock,” I told her. She took it back into her hot mouth, working it down her throat. In. The driver got out and waved her over. "Are you the woman with the orange bikini? If you are get in, we're late." The driver was speaking with a thick Russian accent. Angie nodded, confused that Victor was not there. The driver winked and opened the rear door, then waved her in. Angie had just enough time to arrange herself on the seat when the car spun out, made an illegal u-turn and sped off down the road. "I take you to Mr. Rostovitch." The diver was then silent as they rushed off to.