I lay there, panting, recovering from my orgasm. Michael however, wasn’t finished with me. Slowly and gently he started kissing my lips, placing ten...er love signs on my vulva. His face dripped with my personal lubrication, but he didn’t seem to care, just softly pressing his lips against my tender pussy. I could feel my body start to warm up to this treatment, and I reached out to touch Michael’s head, pulling him towards me slowly. Michael met my eyes, and we stared at each other for a long. After that I couldn’t see any activity there so masturbated and slept. I got up and at 10 again went done my work had breakfast and looking for them again from all possible window in the house and balcony I couldn’t see them. I decided to go inside the construction site and went there no one inside someone from behind came asking who it is, I said I am your neighbor it is my uncles house, he said I have seen u I am the watchman here, he was old guy about 55 age. I asked him why no work is going. Moving to her clit I work that with the tip of my tongue. Her juices are flowing; she is ready. Bunty moves her arse to allow me to enter her. My cock slips in easily, I start to fuck her - we are building a good rhythm when suddenly we hear footsteps. I stop my thrusting, Bunty doesn't stop at all though and continues rocking to and fro, then circling her hips. The tap tap tap of the footsteps outside continues, Bunty keeps gyrating. As I approach climax I place my middle finger on to her anus. Misha wondered what it is she'd ever seen in the hairless, toned physic of her husband, as he pulled the shirt off and placed it over the suit. She did think the pink and white baby-doll suited his tanned skin.He kicked off his shoes and socks and dropped his trousers."Pull them up; you're in a state." Misha nodded to the stockings that had worked their way down in wrinkles on his legs."Misha, can I take them off?" No, now sit down."Ken took a seat at the table."Not there, the other end."Ken.