Martina took off his shirt, getting herself a glimpse of that sexy body of his that has women (and some men) lusting after him. He then unbuttoned Mar...ina's baby blue button-down shirt. His lips then moved down to her neck while his hands stroked up to her face. With one hand, he helped her out of her short black pleated skirt. Martina was already in her white satin bra and panties by the time they had finished kissing.A few minutes, I came into the bedroom. I said to them, "I take it that. "Yes, but I wasn't the only one." Good answer. You've got the hang of it already. Give me the names of some of the others."Again he hesitated, "Bob French, of course, but you know that, 'cos he's shacked up with Cheryl now." Go on." Gordon, the bloke she shacked up with."Suddenly he looked panicked. "God!" he swore. "You didn't bankrupt him?"Mike smiled knowingly. He hadn't, but Dylan didn't need to know that. Dylan quailed, "There was David, and Graham. Those are the only ones I know of.". Mrs O was always the last to leave at night and was responsible for setting the alarm and locking the office which she quite liked to do as it gave her the chance to use the office computer and visit chat rooms where she would indulge in dirty chat with like minded guys.This particular night Clive was the last to leave and she said she remembered him telling her not to stay too late before wishing her a good night and leaving, As soon as he'd shut the door she went online and into the chat room. Making my way across the landing quietly their bedroom door was ajar, and I could see their bed as they had mirrored wardrobes opposite.The blond haired worker was lying on his back and mum was bouncing up and down on his cock, his hands were feeling her tits as she moaned, the dark haired one was stood at the side and mum was half wanking half sucking him off. After a few minutes she was tipped off and pulled onto her back the dark haired lad spread her thighs and slotted in.As he smashed into.