She came back out twenty minutes later in a pair of skimpy knickers. I'm sure if the light was right you could have seen through them. She looked real...y sexy. And she knew it! I then followed suit and went for mine. By the time I was done Julie had fallen asleep on the bed. Dan went for his as I dried off. I too was walking around in next to nothing.As I sat on the bed I noticed the bathroom door hadn't closed properly. Dan was stood there in all his glory. I watched for a few minutes and. She repeated the question and I detected a slight giggle.I replied in my most serious voice. "I am going to take you to my home and make you my sex slave."I have no idea what made me blurt out such a ridiculous thing. As soon as it left my mouth, I regretted that I had said it; that was until I heard her giggle again."Is that the home in Tennessee or the one in Alabama?"Who the hell was this woman? She knew my complete name and where I lived and had lived. I didn't answer, but gave her an. I was cleaning and I saw her thighs. And to that, I thought, “That’s certainly a good view.” Also, the thing is, I don’t know why, maybe because the window was small or the fact that she was really into ironing, she did not see me standing and watching. She kept ironing and it required her to move a lot. Then it happened folks. She moved in such a way that her body was facing towards me and then I saw it: She was not wearing any Panties! OMG, people, it was certainly worth more than spending. This time I plunge my cock’s full length inside her, and as I do she emits a loud, ecstatic groan. Her pussy is delightful. Hot, wet and deliciously tight. I can really feel her muscles wrapping around and gripping my shaft. If I’m not careful I’ll cum quickly here, I think to myself.“Oh my God!” she squeals, her voice high pitched, almost child-like, just like many of the women on the Asian pornos’ I’d watched late in my hotel room last week in Singapore.As I begin to thrust, she sounds like.