Did he even know we’d just cum together like lovers like that? Would he remember anything about it at all? Would I ever forget it? Was I guilty of s...mething? Was he? No, he couldn’t be, he was u*********s after all. I turned to look at his face again, and his breathing was regular and even. I spoke his name, I even touched his shoulder and shook him some, saying his name and telling him to wake up, but he was out, man. Really out. I felt guilty for wanting a smoke, but told myself it was not. As he fingered my asshole I gingerly reached across and slipped my hand down between them, touching his rod of flesh as it worked in and out of her pussy, well lubricated and warm enough, from the generating heat of her internal workings.Moving my hand around I had an impulsive urge to wank him off into her, so I clasped my fingers around his member and squeezed and tried to wank him, but the fatty layers just got in the way.Than another thought crossed my mind, so I thrust my finger into her. I think that if i have a chance to press this boobs and nipple in my mouth it is amazing experience to think she press her boobs with her both hand .After dry her boobs with towel and massage her breast she dry her vagina and red pussy lips with towel I think in my mind that towel is lucky because it has a chance to rub her body and her secret body parts.After compliting this she taken a panty from cloth stand and one leg inserted in panty and take her other leg up to wear a panty again her. ’She went out into the hall and then, I presume, into the kitchen. I heard the sound of a kettle being filled. I looked round the room, chose the end of the low leather couch, sat back, relaxed as much as I could. I could feel my heartbeat. In fact I’d be surprised if she couldn’t hear it above the noise of the kettle boiling. She popped her head round the door. ‘I’m Laura by the way.’ A minute later a tray with two mugs and a plate of biscuits appeared. ‘Don’t get up. Oh, you weren’t going.