With careful steps she climbed the ladder entering the dimly lit and stuffy room. It was quite spacious with a high ceiling, where little streaks of l...ght cut through the darkness from gaps in the roofing. The first thing she noticed was all the junk piled up all around the room, big piles of old furniture, mixed with boxes and crates long forgotten by her ancestors who had stored them. Walking through the throng of items Eloise couldn't see anything that would amount to her parents objections. In my imagination, I rubbed my hand around my man’s long, hard, cock, luxuriating in the feeling of its firmness beneath my fingers. As I began to move up and down his shaft, I at last allowed my fingers to slip between the lips of my pussy. In one long, forceful stroke, I ran my hand from above my clit down past my hole. The longing within me grew fiercer. I started one of my favorite moves, picking a bit of skin around my clit and pinching it, rubbing it, wiggling it around. The slow fire. He’s probably taking a shower and just didn’t hear you.” “Oh, okay,” Sally said. “Normally he can hear me when I call out to him. So you guys will shut the place down?” “Absolutely,” Fran said. “Don’t forget your stuff in the pool area,” Sally reminded Fran. At this point, I was going flaccid and figured the night was shot. Sally must have wandered around a bit to have seen our paperwork and stuff by the pool. Not wanting Sally to wander through the shower and catch me hiding naked in the back. There was her pussy, shaved clean of hair, labia distended and dripping with wet excitement. There was her hand around his cock, guiding the tip to her pussy. He felt the cockhead rubbing through her lips, then she lodged him at her opening. Then she sat on him. He moaned, and she grunted. She lifted up and down, working his fat cock into her. She was incredibly tight, which really surprised him. Her pussy was a velvet, hot, moist vise swallowing his rod inch by inch until her buttocks came to.