A few minutes later, Armen was knocking at mydoor. I opened the door and we exchanged hellos and some small talk, andthen I showed him to my room and ...he job ahead of him. He was wearing awhite t-shirt that was a little tight because like I said he was a littleoverweight, and nylon-cotton sweat pants without underwear causing his cockto swing back and forth in his pants while he walked. He went back to histruck several times and brought up all his tools and materials, and whilehe worked on the. The bra, corset and thong from Ann Summers, some new cream holdup stockings and the white chiffon blouse, nicely see thru, but not too obvious with the cream outfit underneath. Finally the little black leather skirt, oh not as tight as last time, must of lost a bit of weight. Looking good if I do say so myself. You better be sure about this girl, soon be time to go and no backing out then, Dammit, no I'm doing this.The doorbell rings, he's a little early, 'Whoa,' he says as I open the door to. Once I rejoined him at the dining table, another full glass of wine had mysteriously appeared before me.As we continued talking it occurred to me that I may have misjudged Gikas. Firstly, he had definitely been better company than expected, and secondly, maybe my beliefs about his carnal machinations toward me were merely a figment of my imagination.After an hour, however, the wine was beginning to take its full toll and I really needed to have an early night. Mentioning this fact to him and. "My God, was it better than Saturday night! It was slimy with sperm, and I had watched Alfred put it there, making me so horny I could hardly control my shivering. And there was a lot more of Helen's own juice. She was soaked! And her thighs and the crack down to her ass were slippery with it. "Oh, my God, woman, you must have been terribly randy. So much juice." Yes," she groaned. "Do it, do it like you did." I smeared some of the sperm on her clit and started rubbing it up and down between my.