This time Jay had sat where I was and as I leaned over to play my shot she opened her legs wide so that I could see her run her hands up her thighs to...her pussy, her fingers lightly brushing over the thin material to tease herself. If she was trying to put me off it definitely worked as I completely miscued and mucked up my shot. This left the white ball in the middle of the table and Jay now had to come round to this side of the table to reach over and line up her next shot. I just stepped. Kate rose and put on a long tshirt and grabbed a pair of shorts and dashed downstairs.On the doorstep was a young man, about 20 and looking a bit dishevelled.Kate stared blankly at him "Can I help you" she asked..anxious to return to her pleasure. "Its Paul Mrs Smith,, Peter's mate ,,I emailed him if I could stay over for a day ..I am just back from New York on the overnight" Oh said Kate", Peter was her eldest. She vaguely remember Paul from a couple of years back , a gawky awkward teen .he. She unbuckled a belt and a fly of my pants. So my pants flew down. Of course my penis was waiting an own queue for a long time and had had big and hot.He wanted to feel the tenderness of touches too. An explicit beauty was keeping my penis solid, strong and hot.At last the girl took off underpants of me. She wanted to feel this big penis on her face and she began cuddling and to rub against to him.The girl was inhaling his heat. Next she began to kiss it... to lick it... She took a glans of my. The message she left was simple and direct.I need to be used like a slut. Please. I am desperate. And then, she simply waited, hoping that she had not waited too long, her sleep restless that night as she, once more, replayed that night at the club over and over…When was the last time you’ve cum, pet? Twenty four hours later.She had almost cried with relief, snatching up her phone and replying immediately, her hands shaking enough that she had to pause and calm herself in order to avoid.