Ich weiß nicht, was los war, aber ich war hin und weg!"Marcus, ich möchte, dass du das von allen Junggesellen im Umkreis von sechs Blocks weißt, di... ich als Ziel meiner unsterblichen Liebe ausgewählt habe!" Sie öffnete den Schwarzen Lederkittel und ließ ihn unter meinen Augen auf den Boden fallen Von Kopf bis Fuß, wie auch immer, war sie das Mädchen meiner Träume, aber gab war nicht nur mich, dem sie gefallen musste, Mandy musste sie auch gut finden!" Ah, schau mal, ich bin geschmeichelt, aber. No work. No k**s. No stress. A lot of fucking, obviously. There had been pillow talk.“We could call him..”“He says he’s a bit tired and hungover…”“We don’t have to do anything, just hang out…”“Yeah.. he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to. She kept it slow, sometimes riding me with her eyes closed and head back, arms braced behind her on my thighs, and sometimes bent forward, arms on my chest, looking between us as she worked my dick in and out of her.Soon Charlotte was sliding and grinding against me, gasping and moaning, one hand working her clit as she rode me, her boobs swaying and bouncing, sweat making her skin shine once more.I tried to hold back, but Charlotte was relentless as she ground herself against me then lifting. ‘God this is dirty, and not to mention costly for you. You’ll have to replace my panties and blouse.’ I spun her round and unclipped her bra. ‘Oh god no, you can’t,’ she protested, but she did stop me pulling the bra straps down. I held her bra over the river’s edge, ‘Take off your skirt, or I drop the bra.’ ‘No fucking way.’ ‘Fine, then you’ll have to get home with just your hands covering your tits.’ I started walking up the path towards Hangman’s cottage. I had gone 5 or 6 paces before I.