" No Susan. But I do have something you can do for me." He told her."You know I'll do anything for you, Jason. Just name it." Good. As you know, Dean ...alcomb's wife died about a year ago. He has been very depressed ever since. I want you to go to Dean Malcomb's office at about four thirty and give yourself to him. You have a great little body, and I am sure he will really appreciate your gifts. And one other thing, before you go see Dean Malcomb, get rid of that strip of fur on your pussy!". ." Turned out he was from the JW's. Usually I wouldn't give them the time of day but he was so wet and sad-looking I invited him in to dry off a little before visiting the next flat.I apologised that I was only in my undies but he said he didn't mind in the least and am sure I saw him flick the front of his trousers where his cock was lying. Anyway, I took his jacket and hung it near the fire to dry. He took off his shoes which were sodden and I placed them somewhere warm. Sitting next to me, I. So wet, so hot, so wrong. I watched as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. I saw the look on her face and felt her hand squeeze my shoulder as she orgasmed. She knew it was just as wrong as I did, and she loved it just as much.With every thrust, I resisted the urge to cum. I was afraid of cumming in her pussy, but couldn't stop. Almost as if she sensed my concern, she told me to stop. Quivering and sweating, she said in a weak voice, "I want you in my ass."I had never done. She pulled me into her room, shutting the door and taking me over to sit me on the bed. As I sat there watching her, Rebecca began undressing for me. She unbuttoned her white blouse, removing it and dropping it seductively to the floor behind her. Then she reached back and unfastened the catch of her skirt, unzipping it and shimmying out of it, dropping it on the floor alongside her blouse. With Rebecca now dressed only in her bra, panties, stockings and heels, she stood there while I surveyed.