The video ended and another text followed "where do you live? Bring your friends". Part of me wanted her to myself but it was clear she wanted more th...n just me. I replied with my address and returned to my friends, deleting my video as I went. I would need to show the lads what she'd sent and didn't want them to see mine. I immediately told the lads the story, they looked at the picture, then watched the video then all excitedly accepted Natalie's offer. As we finished our drinks I text. He smells like sweat and sex. His dick pulses as he rubs it against me. Leaving a trail of precum on my thighs. I want to reach out and touch it, but I don’t dare move for fear of ruining what has to be the greatest moment of my life so far. I drink in the sight of him, the angles and sharpness of his muscled body. He is breathing shallowly, almost panting as he uses the hand that had been in my mouth to lubricate my hole. It doesn’t really need it, but thats okay - the feeling of his. If readingexplicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yeteighteen years of age, read no further and go do something innocent andconstructive.1.P.O.V.: Don:Friday evening, 5:08 P.M. I was standing on the corner right outside ofthe building where I work, waiting for the traffic light to change,when the car in front of me suddenly comes to a screeching halt toavoid hitting a mindless pedestrian who stepped off the curb, with hishead buried in his cell phone.The driver of. Marietta peeped in, then entered diffidently. Marietta was one of the maids, a little, dark-haired pixie-like girl about two years older than Chelsie, twenty or perhaps twenty-one. When she said 'good morning' her quiet voice sounded eastern European.Marietta retrieved the potty and put it in the corridor. Then she returned and spoke again to Chelsie."Please to run a bath for you, Miss?"Chelsie was embarrassed. Again she flushed. "Um, that's all right, thank you, I'm sure I'll manage..." Oh,.