“Think of it as a little quid-pro-quo and give me something I can do for you!”“Ok, ok.” I laughed, telling her the first thing that came into ...y mind. “You can make me breakfast in a little French maid costume one day. I’d love to see those legs in tiny black skirt!” “Ooooo! So you like your women in costumes and lingerie do you?” She teased.“The man who doesn’t, no longer has a pulse!” I laughed in reply, and we headed back to join Kat.Kat was a picture of relaxation, casually lying back in. Leah and I had had some pretty intense kissing but that was about it. It definitely left me hanging which is why I had to watch porn to get myself off. Something definitely had to change.The video ended so I leaned back and closed my eyes, imagining it was Leah's hand on my dick. Soon I could feel the familiar intense feeling that I was about to cum and I moved my hand faster and faster on my shaft as I shot all over my chest. As my hand slowed down and my dick started to get soft I laid there. Her eyes roamed down his strong chest to his trim waist and the bulging stomach muscles. When they reached his penis a chill went through her. It wasn't incredibly long but it was thick, with veins that were bulging and pulsing from the hot blood pumping through them. His clear pre-cum juice trickled down the dark shaft in a steady stream, making the chocolate skin sparkle. His large balls squirmed in their sacks as if the sperm was ready to boil.Sandra was trembling as she climbed onto the bed. In this next flat lives the aunt. We will call her Laila. She married 6 years ago. But her husband died in an accident approximately 2 years ago.She lived alone as her parents were from a different city, and she was a working woman. Her parents used to come and visit her once in a while, and she used to go to her native sometimes. I used to visit Laila’s flat often, and we had a good rapport for a long time. She was very frank and open-minded. We used to share everything happening.