The look in her eyes told it all. She was really into this big time.I had a suggestion for her. If she wanted, I could remove my shorts and we could g... to the bedroom and do '69' so we could clean ourselves up while making a mess. I didn't even get a reply except for her jumping from my lap and racing for the bed. By the time I started lying down she was already climbing on. Dick was full of clear fluid and she was licking all of it up and milking him for more before I even got started. I. Now there were no more druggie nights, just the forlorn hope that I would see Margaret at some time over the holidays, but suspecting that she would be doing something else, mysteriously, with family or friends.The weekend before Christmas, I was at Margaret's all day on Saturday. We'd had great sex through a long afternoon in front of the fire in the library, and Margaret had withdrawn to her bedroom. She often did this, temporary solitude seemed to revitalise her, and sometimes, when we were,. He was so passionate.Everything he did was slow and calculated.From unbuttoning my blouse,to sliding it off my shoulders,undoing my bra while kissing my neck.Once the bra was off I started to undo his pants as he slid his hand down the back of my pants to my ass saying "I have always liked this ass.I have checked it out many times and to have it in my hands is a dream come true." I said " you are a naughty man but I like it." My hand got to his cock already quite hard.It felt pretty long but. I nip back outside and hand the cab driver the tenner through his wound down window. ‘Four quid please, mate.’ ‘Just give me a fiver back.’ I like to look generous. He fumbles around in a cloth cash bag before producing a screwed up fiver which he presses into my hand – I then stuff the note into my trouser pocket and walk back in. She’s topless now, with her big pale tits drooping down, and got what looks like to be a reddish box in her hand. She approaches me: ‘It’s for you Jules… it’s.