Old money is nice!Her unit had a little kitchen and she brought out some plates and a large bottle of cheap white wine (“The maid buys it for me”)... We sat in her living room and ate. I learned Diane was the daughter of an Irish immigrant father and an Italian mother. Her father had made his fortune in construction. She was pretty sophisticated for 19 or 20 and was well traveled. She told me about cotillion lessons (I didn’t even know such things existed) and living in a boarding school on the. I leaned back on my haunches and pulled her legs apart. Leaning down, I kissed the lips of her cunt lightly, barely touching it.“Stop.” She said quietly, I sat up looking at her. “I know, you don’t need to do anything more.” I nodded and got off the bed, she swung her legs off looking distressed and thoughtful. We dressed in silence, I stole a glance at her from time to time but she said nothing still. Cindy walked to the living room and sunk down on the couch.She sat, staring at the wall. “I. She opened her eyes to look into Bastion’s and saw his chest flexed, his muscles tight, taking her. Miria reached up to caress her breast, pinching her nipples and moaning, ‘Oh Bastion …Bastion…please…..please….’ Her words caught as her body started to give in to the sensations, his thrust faster, her walls gripping and starting to quiver. Bastion pressed harder against her legs, lifting her, thrusting faster. Miria could hold back no longer, she reached up for his shoulders, gripping them. I watched, spellbound, until she finished and stood up, wiping herself with two sheets of toilet paper and quickly rinsing her hands. All in a nanosecond she returned herself to normal and slipped past me and out the door without a word.Back in the room, Bradley looked up at me."Sorry," he said. "This isn't as much fun for you as it is for us. Let's have a cup of tea."His wife stood up on cue and shot me a quick smile."Give me a hand, can you?"I followed her into the kitchen"Those two are going.