The man stopped a comfortable distance away. Duncan raised an eyebrow. Strange. The feeling had not intensified. This man was NOT the immortal that Du...can had sensed."Duncan MacLeod?" Duncan Maclead of the Clan MacLeod," he acknowleged."I'm William Hamilton of ... well, nothing in particular." The man seemed uneasy but at the same time almost amused. "She told me that was exactly how you would respond." She?" My wife. Once she saw you she asked me to come greet you and ask you if you would like. Her wet pussy lips open slightly. As she admired her form in the mirror, her hands started to massage her still sensitive breasts, one hand then snaked its way over her flat stomach to her waiting pussy. She watched her reflection as her hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers running along her still wet gash. As she gazed at her reflection, imagining it was someone else, her fingers became more urgent playing with herself. She could feel her orgasm approach, holding onto the wash basin. “What’s the problem Teresa? Things a little slippery in there for you? That oil might do wonders for your hair!”Teresa struggled to her hands and knees and pushed her oil soaked hair back from her face to look at her tormentor. So overcome with her own wit, Barbara doubled over in laughter with her hands on her knees. An unintended consequence was that Barbara was positioned directly in front of Roxanne and was somewhat luridly pointing her shapely butt directly in Roxanne’s face. Seeing an. Then she asked me to follow her as she wanted to show her house. I just followed her. It was really beautiful.Then she took me to the terrace. It was a closed terrace with a garden and a bar counter. She played a light music and asked if I would be interested in dancing with her. I said I don’t know dancing for which she pulled me by my hands and took me to the middle of the terrace and guided me where I should hold her and started making slow dance movements. Both her hands were on my.