‘Here,’ he said, ‘let me sit on the bench and you straddle me. That’s it, work it back up your ass.’ As Ellen complied, easing her ass back ...nto his cock, Paul reached around her and strummed her nipples. ‘Like before,’ she said, panting like a bitch in heat, twisting her body like a corkscrew on his pulsating prick. ‘Pinch them hard, don’t worry, I like it.’ ‘Ahhh … my God, that’s it! Yes, oh yes!’ Ellen began pounding herself up and down on him. With one hand Paul reached the top of her mons. Her sleeping form softly nestled into him own wakeful one, the softness of Vasanthi’s curves lightly pressing against his own nakedness caused his manhood to twitch, softly yawning he blinked, wondering if she really was awake or sleeping. Either way, he found this a pleasant way to spend the morning, Vasanthi’s softness pressed against him, nestled in tight, he dipped his head nose hovering over her vanilla smelling hair, he breathed in, the delightful scent filling his thoughts, the. Then I saw him struggling with a chest of drawers. He was kind of walking it from one corner to the other as he obviously couldn't lift it by himself. I decided to go over, introduce myself and give him a hand. It was hot out and I was barefoot, wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and a white half top. The shorts were snug and hugged the curves of my ass, as well as the little white lace bikini panties I was wearing under them. "Hi, can I give you a hand with that?" I asked, as I walked. What can we find for you to cover up with that’s less than a pair of shorts? Go find a teddy. It’s time to try that tens unit I got you,” I dismissed her and went to put a pair of shorts on.Karen went into the closet and came out a few minutes later with a black teddy that had small satin patches sewn into the lace, made to cover her nipples, cunt and ass but was otherwise very revealing. I would have liked it more if the bottom part of it didn’t look more like lacy shorts, but it’d do. It.