.. sorry, Susy,” Linda said. “I missed our ... coffee. Can ... we make it an afternoon date?”“Oh. Of course.” Susy eyed the broom. That mean... more time to clean. “Is everything all right, you seem a little out of breath.”“Oh, yes. Just doing ... one of those television ... exercise programs ... you recommended.” Linda didn’t want to tell her friend that she was bent over the kitchen table with David slowly sliding in and out of her from behind. “Gotta go, Susy. See you ... at two?”“Sure thing,. I also found some grapes and put them on a plate with the apple slices and carrots. I sat at a stool at the kitchen bar, turned on the TV and waited for John to get done with Ashley. Soon he emerged from her room, his cock still hard. I stood up and went to get a glass of water for Ashley. For some reason he decided he need something out of the cupboard next to me and as he squeezed past he grazed my ass with his cock. His cock got slightly caught in the crack of my ass, and with that he bent a. But what's done is done. If she brought it up, as she surely would, he'd have to make up some quirky story to cover his camera phobia, something like; recording his image was the same as stealing his soul. He smiled at that one.He took a long, hot shower, togged down in his sweats and heavy socks and crashed on the bed for a much-needed nap. Three hours later, a knock on his door woke him up. He glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand and saw it was almost eight o'clock. Damn, he hadn't. I stopped at the mirror in my room and admired my body. My breasts weren't the biggest you have ever seen, but I still liked them just the same. My nipples are very sensitive and I can get all worked up just by playing with them before even touching my pussy.I started massaging my breasts, slowly kneading them in my hands. I was careful to tease myself and not touch my nipples yet.Once I had pushed myself far enough, I took one of my nipples in between my fingers and started to lightly tug and.