I told her to get changed to more comfortable clothes and I’d get the table ready. She returned to the table and I had a glass of red wine waiting ...or her. We had dinner and chatted about nothing, she had a 3rd glass of wine. When done, I offered to clean up and told her to go relax after her long week. I handed her another glass of white (her 4th) which I don’t know that she was tracking but I could see it was taking effect. I told her I was going for a swim after clean up and then we. She laughed in amusement at my discomfort, not letting me move under her and lightly wiped a dribble of the cum from around my mouth, smearing it over my lips, ignoring my discomfort and pushing her fingers in when I open them to complain. She made a comment about how it was a pretty little mouth and how it should be put to use as she smiled and got off me, standing up and slipping out of her dress. She laughed as I shivered, my eyes going went wide at the sight of the cock in her own panties. Checking baby one last time, she lets herself out the door, tiptoes barefoot down two flights of rough stairs, into the bin yard by the rear alleyway.Ignoring the stink of refuse, their lips mash desperately together. “Emiel,” she mutters into his bearded face. “Snel–quick. Maybe baby no long sleep,” she stumbles in a language not her own. She grasps at the erection already straining at his breeches, which they release with a joint fumble. There is a brief glimpse of his tumescent penis, before. Christ, did that thing never go soft? “And that,” he said, rising from the bath’s rim and strolling to his partner-in-cunning with his cock still in hand, “is how to school a brat.”“You did it so well—I’m guessing that’s not the first time.”“It’s always a special kind of fun.”“You were kind though,” she remarked as they drew together, his elevated cock brushing her stomach. “I wouldn’t have let her come.”“Hey, I’m not that cruel. I always give a little bit of sugar—along with the spice.” On the.