Neither mistreated her. By all accounts, they were pleasant and generous. Amelia’s only complaint was she’d occasionally miss singing classes beca...se they were a bit forgetful when they’d drink. It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubular bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found. Even though she was 19 now and she had her own flat and a promising career as model, actress and escort it was still a thrill. Best of all was visiting Father Christmas in his grotto. She was attracted to dirty old perverts and lots of Santas fitted this description. It was two weeks before Christmas so it was time to visit Santa. After a shower she put on black lace bra and panties. Her breasts were now 36c after a gentleman friend had bought them for her birthday. She rolled on a pair of. ”“I know,” he answered with pure lust. “But wasn’t she just spying on us having sex?”“Maybe she didn’t see anything.”“Well, if that’s the case,” he grinned while turning and grabbing her small breasts. “She can watch us now.”“I don’t think so,” Carol tried to impose as she seemed to be losing the battle to stay in control especially when he lifted her small breasts and started sucking on the large nipples.“But I’m feeling horny again,” he smiled when putting his hand between her thighs and. Instead I dumbly said, "This was a really good idea!"She didn't seem to care what I said. She was just getting her fuck on. But there was a tension in her voice as she concentrated on getting herself off. "Yeah, keep going! I'm gonna cum! Keep your voice down, you don't want Cassie to wake up!"We both chuckled a little. We each knew that my wife was a pretty heavy sleeper. Samantha was such a lousy friend to Cassie. I knew she didn't give a fuck about anybody but herself. Not that I was in any.