Once the bra was in in place she shimmed her shoulders, sucked in her taunt belly and spun around."What should I wear today, do you think? Jeans and ... t-shirt or be a little adventurous with a denim skirt?" From a drawer she pulled a ridiculously short new, but artfully faded blue denim skirt and held it against her hips, she jutted her pelvis and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror, “Yes perfect!” She exclaimed excitedly. Eagerly she stepped into the skirt and turned again jutting. Their breathing was out of control, the sounds of panting and squelching genitals filling the basement. They kissed passionately as Scotts prick began deflating in Nadias inundated hole. Sperm leaked from Nadias hole as she climbed off Scotts lap. She smiled down at him — she was getting tired, otherwise shed fuck all night long! Nadia knew shed be having sex again very soon — she felt like she was beginning to crave the feeling of being filled up with meat and sperm. Even though, little did. Glancing down between our joined bodies, I could see my pubic hairs tangled lewdly with her thick pubic hair, the gleaming base of my tremendous cock buried to the hilt between the moist, curly hair lined lips of her wide-stretched vagina. I only wished that I could record this moment in a photograph, so that the little thieving bitch would never be able to deny, even to herself, that she had been spread-eagled and fucked senseless this way by what she thought was demon. By God, I was certainly. Twenty-six pounds for one little pill. Doubtless Matt would have given her the money but the blurb on the leaflet had stated it could be taken for up to seventy-two hours from the time of unprotected sex. Which gave her until Saturday evening to either get it from the doctor or the family planning clinic in Mickleton if necessary and both would apparently prescribe it for free. The wait and see approach seemed logical enough, especially as she’d be going home tomorrow. Tomorrow. That meant.