“UGHHH MMMMMM SHITTTT IM GOING TO CUM FUCK!” Chloe moaned. Adrienne and Hannah stopped groping Chloe and started fingering themselves, just like e...ch of them had done almost every night before bed. Chloe reached down and put one hand on her clit and started rubbing in circles while her other hand fingered deep in her pussy. Megan sat back on the carpet but still fingered herself although not as hard.“MMMMM Megan- UGHHH aren’t you gonna cum with us? FUCKKKK!” Adrienne groaned through heavy. "I had a look at what he bought after he'd gone through the checkout. I think its got almonds, apricots and some sort of mix of jojoba and kukui nut oils. It smells delicious." She waved the bottle under my nose. The pungent aroma that wafted up into my nostrils was delicious. I so wanted the massage Ajei had offered. The thought of her hands rubbing the massage oil into my skin was very enticing to say the least. I wondered just how far she was willing to take it. It was time to find out! I. As we kissed, she stripped me, so I started stripping her, too. Naked, we both climbed onto Dave’s bed, lying atop the sheets and blanket. “He should be home from work in about fifteen minutes,” Kat grinned. To pass the time while waiting for Dave, Kat picked up her cell phone and called her husband. She chose her words carefully, so nothing would be an outright lie. “I’m going to be home after work very late,” she said. Note that she didn’t actually say she would be at work. “We’re about to. ’ ‘Thanks, Father. £5000, to be used for St. George and the rest of the heavenly band. Here you go.’ ‘Thanks Colonel.’ The bangers and mash were astounding. The next evening saw me in the drawing room of Harold Caldwell at the billiard table. Caldwell is an investment banker and futures trader. He is a five feet seven, in his mid fifties, very thin with dark hair, brown eyes and a persuasive smile. A picture on the mantelpiece was a young woman who was not his ex-wife or his daughter. The music.