The two ample-bosomed redheads collapsed, giggling onto the silk sheets of the king size bed in Jess’s rented apartment. By the time Emma awoke, dry...of mouth and pounding of headache, Jess had left for the studio. Emma helped herself to an ibuprofen and a big glass of grapefruit juice, showered off the night’s excesses, put on her own clothes and made her way to the railway station to return to the other side of London, and upon arrival at home just after 2pm she stripped nude and went straight. He leans down and kisses lightly where his fingers have been on my legs. I reach my hand out and run my fingers through his hair, my eyes glued to every move he makes. I raise my hips off the bed a little as he continues pushing the dress up higher, his lips kissing each spot he touches. Slowly I sit myself up raising my hands as he pulls the dress over my head. He tosses the dress aside as I lay back on the bed again. I feel his eyes scan my body from head to toe taking in my luscious curves.. We were both so tired now, so I pulled him up and took him to my bedroom. He asked “so I can stay the night”, to which I said “sahib, I do not think I am letting you go anywhere this whole weekend” and as he was grabbing his boxers I snatched them and said “and I will not let you wear anything either”, he smiled and said I need to pee babe, and there will be some drops of piss. hmm, I picked up his boxers and walked him to the loo. I grabbed his dick and said pee now, he smiled and let his. He pulled away from her and moved back, he sat on a pile of tyres and watched her as she pulled her dress up to reveal a tiny red thong, there was a wet patch on the gusset. His cock started to throb in his pants as he watched her pull the dress up and over her tanned round breasts then finally over her head, she threw it on the floor and stood in front of him in just her thong. He grinned at her, his eyes running over every inch of her gorgeous curves. She moved towards him, walking past him.