“What”? Was all he said. “You have to say:permission to enter” So he repeats, and then I respond with “premission granted” As he comes on ...nto the room he didn't say anything else. I fish out the white spandex shorts that I had used mowing Mr. Wilson's yard, and tell him to put them on. He does as instructed, without giving any resistance. He looked good in them, cupping his dick and balls into a nice baseball size bulge. And the back, slightly crawled up the crack of his ass, showing off a. I start teasing your click touching it lightly like a tongue and straddle over you knees either side and my hard cock sticking to my belly button. You grab it and feel it pulse in your hand. I rub your clit faster and harder.I take your hand from my cock and you get your tits into position as i slide my burned sausage between your cleavageWe get up and move into the lounge i sit down on your sofa and take off my clothes, you pour 2 glasses of brandy and giggle as you hear my cock slap against. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he came which was just the push over the edge I needed to cum a second time. We just stood there a moment, drinking in the reality of the situation. I had just fucked my brother-in-law, and now my husband was on his way to my room to fuck the shit out of me. My legs were trembling from the force of the orgasms and my face was flushed both from the rush of adrenaline and from the heat of the shower. I quickly shut the water off, grabbed my towel and. " He chuckled.Holmes looked around the smoky room, found the face he wanted and drained the glass without tasting the liquor. He crossed the room, nodding to several men he knew. "George," he said happily as he pulled out a chair, flipped aside his coattails and sat, pulling down his waistcoat and adjusting the looped chain that flopped across his belly. The man on the other side of the table glared at him, slurping down another oyster."Mac," he said gruffly. "Where's that money y'owe me?".