I clench my thighs around her hand and moaned as I let myself go. Her fingers were covered in my cum. "Clean my fingers." She demanded me. I sucked on...her fingers and let my tongue run up and down them. She pulled them out of my mouth, and looked at the clock."We better get up or we are going to be late." She jumped off the bed and began to get dressed. I slowly got off her bed and made my way to my dresser. I started rummaging around to find a pair of boyshorts when Rochelle"s words stopped. "Places once havens for bums have been turned into hip and expensive neighborhoods like the Bowery. People live in cardboard boxes, Sorry." Yes, this is the way of the west, my love," Sorry replied. "Do you not wonder why I am so curious?" Zelda insists you come live here in America," Melissa answered. "And you now own a passport." Yes. I am no longer a citizen of the world. It says I am a citizen of France and I am a number." He sounded disappointed."It makes it easier for bureaucrats to see. She knew, obviously, that Jane was accepting ‘Tony’s,’ cock, not Matt’s, but the intimacy of the act still affected her. She watched closely, and as the fluid ‘slap, slap, slap’ of their bodies came together mounted in speed and vigor, she, as before, matched their intensity with her fingers on her own cunt. Then, at the last moment, wanting to be part of it, she moved closer and, with her other hand, reached in and cupped Matt’s balls and began squeezing them in unison with his plunges into. She notices that he had replaced his towel with a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Simple, yet extremely sexy.“There is a bedroom up the stairs where you can change. It’s the first door on the left,” he tells her as he steps aside. She nods her head and heads towards the stairs. The steps are silent as she goes up, intrigued by what else she will find there. At the top of the stairs the hardwood floors continue as she walks into the first bedroom on the left. Here, the hardwood gives way to a.