Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don�...�t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy didn’t just like smoking. She loved smoking. She adored it, she worshipped it, she lived for it. Which is kind of hard when your boyfriend hates it.Most mornings,. "Don't you dare cum inside me!" she warned, so I backed out and straddled her chest on the couch. Her hands went around my shaft as her mouth locked on the head of my dick. She stroked it for a few seconds, and that was enough. I filled her mouth with cum, causing her to swallow three times to get it all. Then, she snuggled up on my lap and kissed me. She was pissed that I'd fucked her, but understood that I just couldn't help it. She made me promise (right!) her that I wouldn't do it again!!!. We poured the scented soap into clay moulds to harden and there we were, a supply of soap!I had explained the importance of cleanliness in terms of avoiding illness, germs and the like so Kirsty knew succeeding in making the soap was a big thing. She mixed up some scented for our personal use and unscented for more domestic use.The following day I still thought it would be a good idea to keep out of the King's way so I gathered my helpers and returned to Crinan to check on my briquetage. It was. So reluctantly pulling her mouth from his member pushed her back into her seat where she grumbled about losing her toy. Not listening to her he reclined her chair and pushed it back giving him just enough room to get between her legs and go for the tight wet slit. Pulling her g-string off her legs he scrambled between them and placed his cock at her entrance. She was still wet from his foreplay from before and he was still slick from her saliva coating his cock so entry was all too easy for his.