He peered through the net curtains as she returned to his home, then groaned into the sofa as Mr. Briggs's hot tongue returned to licking his smooth h...le.As soon as he closed the door, all he could think of was that beautiful arse bent up in the air on his sofa, Dropping the bags Mr. Briggs buried his bristled face between those soft pale cheeks, his tongue lapping long up his crack. "Between you and your Mum, I'm never going to go hungry."For the past week, just as Mr. Briggs had expected. I found a couple of lovely lace sets, but nothing too revealing — time for the next room. The next door was showing a light underneath, but I could hear no sound from within, so I entered cautiously. Empty. From the clothes tossed on the bed, I assumed this was the girl in the shower. As I opened the drawers, I was pleased to find a lot of racy pieces, including some cute crotchless panties. Visions of a boss frat life flashed through my head as I moved to the door with my booty. Then I noticed. He then started to bring his hand down on my bare buttocks, cheek by cheek, until my bottom was a rosy, glowing seat of horniness.'The spanking had obviously had the same effect on him because he soon had his trousers down and was bringing himself to a fine erection. He approached me and ripped open my school blouse, grabbing my tits out of my bra and squeezing my nipples between his fingers really hard. Then he entered me. His cock wormed its way between my lips and then forced its way, all. It was a quaint little cottage that had a screened front porch facing the ocean so you could sit out and enjoy the night without being bothered by pesky insects. I helped Jack take the bags and supplies in that we would need for the next week. Inside the cabin was a small kitchen with dinning room. In the living room was a fireplace that looked like it had hardly been used. Jack noticed that I was looking at it with curiosity and he told me that his late wife didn’t like to use the fireplace. .