Fuck Harry. 'What?' 'Carry on as you were,' said Trish, crossing the room, 'pretend I'm not here.' She sat on a wicker chair and waited. 'I don't ...nderstand, you want me to...make love to Har ...Mr Green.' 'No, don't fool yourself honey that love has anything to do with it. I want you to fuck him.' 'Come on Trish, don't do this, let poor Sarah go, it's me your angry with.' 'I'm not angry at all Harry. To be honest I'm horny as hell. Now where were you when you heard me open the door?'. There is too much on the line here, and my head is not where is should be. He is to close, pulsing, trembling ? begging ?I step up closer, just a breath away, holding him still with my gaze. ?Are you still a virgin??Shudder runs through his body and he sucks in the air.?Do not lie to me!? my whisper cuts him.Reluctantly he shakes his head ?No, not any more.?Laughter bubbles in my stomach: ?You, naughty boy!?. My fingers brush his smooth chest and slide inside the towel. I grab on it like a. I sucked on her right nipple as I ran my fingernails down her back again. Then traced a line with my tounge over to her left nipple and gave it a suck and a flick with my tounge.I moved my mouth up kissing as I went to her kneck. I brushed her hair aside and pecked kisses all over her kneck. She was panting hard now. I bit down gently on her kneck and she whimpered.I felt she was ready so I stood up picking her up with me. I sat her on the edge of the table."Lay back sweety." I told herShe laid. On the way sometimes she wrapped her arms around my neck and sometimes around my waist.Her building came and then she asked if I would come in to have a glass of buttermilk. I agreed. We entered her apartment, I sat there for a while and then she changed into her nightie. I could clearly see that she had removed her bra as her melons were hanging. She came with 2 glasses and a jug filled with buttermilk. She gave me the glass and bent down to pour the buttermilk and man! I could clearly see her.