’ The words were deep and seemed to drip out. She could feel his sweet breath on her face now and had subconsciously let her eyes close again as sh... turned her head rubbing against his hand. She opened her eyes and met his gaze again, but only long enough to feel him leaning in, his hand lightly holding her chin, and the moist breath on her cool, parted lips. Derek softly touched his lips to hers, pulled back only far enough for their rapid breathing to escape, those eyes, more intent and. Soon a small tee shirt and panties was all she wore around the house. Her panties were so damn sexy too. Sheer and lacy of all sorts of colors which hid very little. She had a pair of sheer light blue lacy boy shorts that simply drove me wild. I just wanted to walk up behind her, slide them down to her knees and slide my thick cock deep inside her. It seemed she made it a point to reach up in the cupboards to get something when I was in the kitchen eating breakfast or something. As she stood on. And if he could come then and wash himself and freshen his looks, would that be ok? I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed, standing to get him a tip for the hot water; he protested, but I pushed the money into his shirt pocket – yes, there was a definite mound under there I felt – and guided him to the door. When there, he looked down at me, at my shorts; “You like taking my photo, Anh Steve?” He smiled and lifted his hand to lightly graze my cheek with long nails; “I like to photo all. I knew where she lived . . . no, I could not possibly even think of it. But try as much as I could, images of Julia fucking me and of me sucking her cock (her beautiful cock) kept flashing through my mind. I spent the entire day looking at shemale porn but could not get Julia (and her beautiful cock) out of my mind. And then before I left office, bleary-eyed from too much surfing, a message arrived on my mobile. It was terse: ‘Be at my place at 10 tom morning sweety. Julia.’ I was furious! How.