“No,” repeated Jan. “No,” said Emily again, “I love these two people, I love Maggie, and I love making love to her, having sex with, licking...her pussy, call it what you like…” she ran off a series of sentences to reinforce how she felt about Maggie. “I’m not coming home,” she said with finality. Jan stared at Emily. She was shaking too, she looked at Maggie and then at her body; taking in her ample curves, shapely thighs and large breasts. Jan turned to leave, she slammed the door behind her.. Still, he loved to hear a woman speak in the British style of speech in English and he found it terribly stimulating to slide into an English lady’s usually tight slit and listen to her words with the flavor of true English words spoken correctly.He had also found that more mature British ladies had a penchant for anal studies and he loved the feel and sight of their heart-shaped bottoms under his dominating torso with their breasts swinging from left to right in a rhythm of lust-driven love. I fumbled in my purse, finding what I needed. The lubricant was found! I lubed my shaft to entering her hole. She cupped her penis with her hand to pull it away, making access easier as I plunged into her hole with abandon and release.Her back arched, her breasts pointed to the sky as I pumped in and out of her incredibly tight hole. Her hands reached up, squeezing my melons appreciatively. I slammed into her even harder, making sure she could feel every inch of my womanly cock in her ass. I. Asthe woman came closer, she moved into the light, and things took a turneven stranger, the woman, was dressed as a clown. Not like any he hadever seen, this clown was all in pink, and red, and made up to make allof her look like hot liquid sex. She had lips that looked like someonehad gone crazy due to lack of getting a blow job. Her face was done upto draw attention to her lips. Her eyes were of a deep green, which justpulled him in. As she drew closer, her eyes locked on his, and shesmiled.