Just fuck. You’re like a fucking emergency my cock needs to be in the middle of.”His firm fist started to corkscrew as he pumped his steaming shaf.... Whether she was or not, he imagined her watching. He wanted her to see everything. His breath deepened and his fist worked harder and faster. Lube oozed out of his knob like a piece of split fruit.She had to be watching. Had to. Why else would she have started the fire only to run away and not see the flames?David’s hips arched upward into the. My little fella was stirring, getting ready to stand to attention.“Well, that’s a lovely thought!” I said, returning the flirty look, my mind secretly wandering back to places it had already been once tonight.As I stood behind her and went to kiss her on the cheek, she said “ooh, there’s naughty!” and moved her head to one side, exposing more of her creamy white neck. I couldn’t resist planting a kiss on the side of her neck, savouring the sensuous smell of her perfume mixed with a hint of. ‘Good for you! How did you do it?’ Bold as brass, Carla said ‘Sex. I made sure my skirts were short, my blouses low-cut and my heels were high. No man could resist me and once I had him, I held on tight.’ Irena laughed, admiring her niece’s can-do attitude. ‘Well sugar, you have the ammunition, that’s for sure. I always liked him and he even let your mother move in with you. That boy is a keeper and he’s still gorgeous – your cousin always thought so.’ Carla glanced over at Cherie, her 25-year. "You hungry little man?" I heard Jamal say. "Yes!" replied a perky Bryan. "What would you like to eat for breakfast, son?" asked Jamal, as Iheard them entering the kitchen. "I want some waffles!" I heard Bryan giggle. I quietly moved to thedoor of my office to listen in on their conversation. I didn't want themto know I was here yet so I could see for myself what was really going on. "Waffles? Is that all you want?" replied Jamal, with a playful tonein his voice. "Yes!".