Im married Scarlett lied. Wheres the ring? he asked taking her hand. Getting refitted she raised an eye brow, taking back her hand. Whats his name? h... gave a half smile. jac..nnie she stumbled changing her mind half way though. jacnnie, not a name Ive heard before he grinned. Its French Scarlett added. Why was this guy being so insistent? She though. Looking him over for the first time. He wasnt bad looking at all, his black hair was a little shaggy hanging over his right eye in a sort of. ‘Sorry,’ she laughed looking coy. ‘I was tempted to say that to him, so I did. A little naughtiness resides within me.’ ‘Hallelujah for that,’ replied Fenton, bringing a flush to her cheeks. Fenton took the hand held out to him and was led though the entrance hall, through the library and out under a canvas canopy beside the pool. Candles were on the table ready to be lit at dusk, the early evening was already stilled. ‘Kissing my daughter, eh, you scoundrel Fenton.’ ‘It was the lips, Paul –. I head up to my room and unpack while Cheryl puts the kettle on. I pop into the bathroom and a pair of Cheryls panties are laying on top of the laundry basket, I can't help myself so I pick them up and sniff them. The sweet smell has me instantly hard and freeing my cock I wrap the panties around it."Do you take sugar?" Cheryl shouts up. I tell her no as I put the panties back and compose myself heading downstairs."Dave won't be home til about 9 as he's working late so he can have tomorrow. I sensed her orgasm building. She was getting wetter – was that possible? Her muscles started to contract – her stomach. Yes, she writhed against the bar, the wall, the seat. She nearly fell, but I caught her as I stood. She slid off the seat with her legs around my waist. My cock just missed her cunt, I lifted her again and impaled her on my engorged organ. She moaned “Ohhhhhh Johnny!”.We turned, she was mounted on my cock, held with her legs around my waist – off the ground and I leant.