My game was at the end of the night. The table I was playing on was nearthe bar. Karen was watching between pouring the occasional drink. Iwasn't play...ng great, more fixated on controlling my flow, whichsuddenly became a solid medium as I lined up a shot when this ridiculousthought occurred to me: what if my panty-liner got loose from my pantiesand dropped down my jeans leg for all to see? I missed the shot."Come on, Sweetie," Karen called from behind the bar.I felt my clit in the tight, moist. "Tell me," he said. "Something's worrying you." I-I can't face the thought of the stairs," she whispered.Andrew understood immediately. "I'm sorry, Katrina," he said. "I was thoughtless. Of course you can't. What if you lend me your key and then when I get there I'll give you a ring and you can direct me?" Would you do that?" Katrina," he said reprovingly."Sorry. I-I ... Sorry, Andrew. That was unnecessary."He smiled warmly at her. "I know. A lady's boudoir is a private place."She could not. She spanks him as she sucks on him. Suddenly she pushes him away and gets up and tells him to get a condom on so he can fuck her! As he moves past her she quickly trips him and pins him on his front on the bed. She knew that with all the tricks he had shown her, not even he could get out of that position. As he lay there pinned down, she spreads his legs and then suddenly he feels the warmth of the lube running between his ass cheeks and then the pressure of something pushing into him. He feels. Jane is a redhead. She is 42yrs old, 5ft 8in tall with a slim, boyish figure and pert 34-inch tits and a tight rear end. Sometime after she'd moved into the house three years ago, Helen had made it plain that; on my next leave, should I be so inclined, she would probably allow me access to what other attributes she possessed. I was blind to the fact that Jane had already been bedded. I doubt that she had ever contemplated the sort of access to her body that I had planned. I had been receiving.