Vicky sat on the bath and looked around my bathroom.‘I love your house, it’s so tastefully decorated.’ she said.‘I wanted to be an interior de...igner when I was at school but I took some business courses at college then took over my Mum’s shop when she retired instead. It’s always been there in the background as a hobby though.’ I explained.Vicky was looking through the collection of lotions and bath oils that I keep in a glass cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of olive oil and smiled at me.‘Want. After cleaning the bathroom she moved to her bedroom which was piled with her clothes and other personal items. She didn't have any boxes or anything so she had to go down the stairs to the kitchen to get garbage bags."How is it coming Mrs. C.?" yelled Lisa from the living room. "Don't be too long I'm getting hungry." Mary hurried back up the stairs and threw all her things in garbage bags. There were six bags. That meant 3 trips all the way to the basement. 'My poor feet," thought Mary.After. ..and strangely enough, she hadn't seemed to think it weird enough to keepher from fucking him!Christy cried out with need as James' tiny prick slipped ineffectuallyout of her again. She reached back and delicately took hold of it betweenher thumb and forefinger and tried to slip it back inside her. Jamesgrunted as the feel of her two fingers on his tiny cock made himinstantly orgasm onto the back of her legs.Christy turned and began to pull her skirt back up in frustration, wipingaway the few. The anticipation of what was to cum had me so turned on all day that my panties were wet with precum my whole shift. I had made sure before I left for work that I had an enema because I was determined to get fucked that night. When I got to his place he was wearing nothing but a bath robe he sat down on the couch and I sat next to him as we watch a bit of porn he opened his bath robe and began to stroke his cock and I watched in fascination. I undressed fast and wasted no time I dropped to my.