Ala kissed me back and I pushed into her with slow, deliberate strokes. We were no longer fucking, we were making love. With my cock in her pussy, Ala...turned me on my back to get on top. She began to gently rock her hips. She bent down to lock tongues with me as she lifted her pussy up and down my shaft. I looked up and saw the clock on the opposite wall. We had been fucking for an hour. ‘When did you want to fuck me?’ I asked. ‘The first time I saw you at training six months ago.’ I began to. "You're gonna shit, aren't you?", I asked with a shaky voice. I didn't dare to imagine what would be coming up to me if she soiled the book..."Well... yes, of course I am! I didn't shit for two days now..." Em, er.... wait a minute... I think I can handle you shitting, but what if you're gonna piss, too? Please don't be unfair!"She thought for some seconds, considering the matter. Then she came to a conclusion."You're right. Pissing is crap... a wet book wouldn't be fun at all. I think I'll. Maybe there is the allure of what the woman is saying is true or maybe it’s something else. There was a reason her eye just happened to catch this hidden little shop. Besides, a piece of lingerie that she didn’t have to buy is icing on the cake.Once she is fully naked, the older woman walks around in a circle around her. “You are a very beautiful girl.”Veronica, a little uncomfortable, starts to cover herself with her hands.“Now don’t be shy,” the older woman says. “I have seen many naked girls. Then I offered her surf and turf. She went crazy when she learned that I had my very own lobster tank in the house.So first I gave Cynthia a tour of my house. I showed her a couple of the eight bedrooms upstairs; each with it’s own bathroom. I showed her the laundry room up there too. I always thought it was stupid to take your dirty clothes off on the second floor and put the washing machine in the cellar. Obviously the women that did the laundry didn’t design the houses they lived in. I had.