The voice surprised her. She looked around, but only saw the walls of the abandoned, dried up well.It’s okay, child.The voice sounded like it was ev...rywhere around her.“Who are you?” She asked, her fear only mounting.A friend. The voice said. It was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you,. She just got up in reflex and hugged me. I could feel her trembling as she cum and her juices were all over my cock. It was so good.I could see the satisfaction on her face. I continued to fuck her. Slowly pushing the entire length inside till my balls touched her pussy and then taking out the whole cock. Rubbing on the clitoris and again pushing the whole length in.“Nidhi! Nidhi!” A voice called. It was her husband calling. Immediately Nidhi got up put on her robe and went to the study room. I. I will be really nice to you today and call out when twenty minutes are up, and at twenty-five, so you can try to be on time. The clock for the bathroom I will get for you tomorrow.”Emma scurries to the shower, and Donald goes to his and quickly showers and shaves. He is in the kitchen getting eggs, bacon and toast ready in ten minutes. Meanwhile, Emma is hurrying too. Today she will not be late, she tells herself.When Donald calls out twenty minutes she is just finishing her hair. And. What kind of man was he: honorable or otherwise? Could I even tell from his outward appearance? His face was large-featured and fair-skinned, marked with a reddish goatee and mustache a little darker than his collarbone-length hair, the edges of which glowed flame-colored against the sunset sky. Something about that face frightened me aside from its owner’s size, though its expression wasn’t overtly cruel or degenerate. It was set and grim and…indifferent. Indifferent to what? I couldn’t.