A week of the most wonderful sex couldn't not equal love. Yet, Sam was substantially hurt when Jen said she couldn't trust her. Who was she lying to? ...t wasn't just sex. Sex doesn't include the feeling of protection she had for Jen or the wanting of her scent. Sam felt they had marked each other more ways than one, but she didn't want to admit it. It was still too soon for her. "I'm not one for half-pregnant answers, Sam." Jen's head was resting on her fist. Her eyes were tired, but tracing. I made a booking at a well-known restaurant in central London, I put on my best suit and made my way there, I got there 8pm and got seated, my date had texted me and said she was running late so I sat there looking over the menu, 10 mins had past and I thought I was stood up, was just about to leave when in she walks a 5’6 slightly chubby, wearing tight jeans and a khaki long shirt, with peep toe heels that showed of her immaculate pedicured white toes, topped off with a black and white hijab.. You sound just like a motorboat."Taking his hand she led him over to the bed."You are to spank me first, and then I want that cock of yours inside me for hours," she ordered, "though I tell you what; I never ever thought I would see you flustered. Most un-butler-like, don't you think?" Princess, are you quite sure..." Stop spluttering and start spanking," she said, kneeling on the bed and presenting her arse to him.Robinson considered the beautiful, if rather plump, white arse mooning at him. When I was limp she pulled her mouth off me, raised herself up and kissed me again. Then she leaned back and spread her legs, saying it was my turn. I started licking and sucking her pussy as she began to moan. Her head was rolling from side to side, she was squirming and grinding her pussy into my face and then she gave a little cry, grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy against my mouth.Then I heard this sweet wife having a wild loud orgasm… I felt my dick was hard again; so, as.