”One Friday night i made her see if her boast, that she could cum for hours, had been true. As i watched her copy of the lord of the rings, part one... extended version (not very well i admit) i had amber bouncing and grinding on the sofa. I`d dressed her in her a little red beret, a thick belt and stockings. And handcuffs. As the fellowship got to the Amon hen, Amber was put through her paces.And passed with flying colors, pumping away grinding, “wiggly –waggling” for hours on my fingers,. "It is.", he responded. "I made that video with a friend back in England." As he was saying that he stood up to clean himself off a little bit.As he stood over me, I began to get nervous about my secret been revealed and I tried to make up something."Listen, I just playing a joke on you with this outfit, Ii didn't mean to walk in on you like this."'He responded;"Oh please, you think I don't know. I've met plenty of gurls like you back home." You have?", I replied."Yes, and besides that hard. I helped her remove her furs and then I took off my own clothes. For a brief moment my eyes feasted on the dark shadowed triangular patch of her pubic hair, now damp with her own excretions, then I eased her backward onto her back and after placing a hand on each of her knees I slowly began to force them apart. As my head descended, my breath stirred the silky, dark pubic hair that fringed the pink narrow slit, wet with the moisture of the healer's arousal.I felt her stomach tighten and her. He chuckled, losing I suppose as he shook his head. "I could say the same about you ... Miss Goodhead, but I won't."Introductions were made, and there were several. The mansion residents consisted of Samantha, Tom's girlfriend—a pretty California blonde true, but the ring in her nose and the stud in her tongue and indentations of her blouse in the vicinity of nipples suggested something less tame than that—and the raven haired and pale and petite and cute Megan, the owner of the haunted.