Childish, of course, but Morgan Styles suddenly felt as spry and studly as any 19 year old boy…and frankly, just as horny. Miss Thomas nodded and an...wered decidedly: ‘Yes, sir, I am. Very much so.’ She sat in the chair as Morgan gracefully held the back of it, though it was a solid, steady piece of furniture. Having taken a seat, she draped her left leg over her right knee toward him and adjusted the hem of her dress. He couldn’t get over how mannerly and graceful she was. He was most impressed. "What are you up to? I know that look,” I say. "Just come here, Leslie," He whispers into my ear as he pulls me off to the side and into the brush. His hands are everywhere. Every touch sends a shock to my aching pussy. Oh god. "We can't do this," I pant. “My family is right there." I look over my shoulder and can clearly make out my family carrying on as usual, totally oblivious to the elicit scene developing just feet behind them. He smiles slyly. "Turn around." Should I? Can I? I want. It was more like around 20 minutes’ walk to my work and hardly 10 minutes’ walk to the city centre.Anyway, I visited the place. There was one room that was completely available for my use with its own attached bath, toilet and a mini kitchen attached. I liked the place. The approach to the room was by a separate door from the side. The owners were a Gujarati couple by name Alka and Ajay. They were very accommodative about the rent, utilities payment, etc. and I thought that it would make sense. I flipped on the TV hoping it would distract me only to find this couple making out."Damn, where's his cock when I need it."I lay there flipping through the channels, and then look at my watch, 6:45p. My mouth goes dry, my heart races, and I go to the bathroom and, check my make-up.Turning around to check myself out, I giggled, "If this outfit doesn't make Michael hard, I don't know what will. He did say it was his favorite from the photos on lush.I went in and turned down the bed, laid on it..