He was mumbling to himself as he slammed the front door behind him.Within a few minutes her phone rang, “Hello?” she politely answered.“What the...fuck did you do?” a voice yelled through the headset.Katie immediately knew it was her obese neighbor and cringed, “What are you talking about?” as she kept her composure.“Fuck you! Get your ass over here,” he demanded.“I’m making dinner Phil. What are you upset about?” Katie asked innocently.“Get over here right now or I’m coming over! Do you. " Nice.....ooooooh, ooh fuck. Yes Tim, there right.....uuuuuh, Marie, I'm, mmmm, cumming...." As Cindy rode me to the end, I couldn't wait any longer and shot my load into Cindy as she slapped at my chest, rolling through another, then collapsing on me. "That was sooooo fucking good." I wasn't sure what, if anything, I'd done better. Maybe it was having an audience. Resting her head on my chest, still with no concern for our nudity, Cindy looked at Marie, "want to join us?" I looked down. Knowing his family is gathering in the restaurant for a dinner in Kyle’s honor, we feel a slight pressure for time, but even more than that is an urgent need to get each other off now. Not after some kissing and touching…NOW. I sit down on the bed and grab Kyle’s hands, pulling him down with me as I recline back and spread my legs on either side of him. Foreplay be damned…I just want him inside me immediately. Kyle knows my moods, and he knows what I need. Bracing himself on one elbow, he uses. While I was standing outside the gate opens and out walks a blonde, female aged 45 years old wearing a black skirt, white shirt andJimmy Choo sandals 5ft4 in height. I introduced myself to her and told her what happened. I suggested that she went to the nearest police station to report it. She told me her name was Sarah and that the car belonged to her husband who was away in Geneva as he was banker. She told me that she would let her husband sort it out once he got back. Because she dressed.