Oh, no need to be shy, Fleur, Harry said, as he opened his arms to her, as if expecting a hug. Fleur looked helplessly at Bill. I was wearing this for...you, she said, defensively, I did not expect Arry to do this today. Bill looked back at her equally helplessly and shrugged. Today, tomorrow, Harry said lazily, Whats the difference? Fleur looked at Harry incredulously, then back at Bill, searching in his eyes for something. Bill had no idea what to make of the situation but then again, he had. "She smiled as kindly as she could. Bob seemed to fight with himself, as if asking if it was okay to make eye contact with her."If it's not too much trouble, Misha."Misha slipped back into the house and clicked the kettle on. She continued to watch Bob as he set about the gardening again, while her hands busily prepared the cup and coffee.Less than five minutes later, Misha was stepping over her slabbed patio towards the fence. (Ken and she were far too busy to bother with gardening.)Bob had. After sniffing and tasting your panties I put them to good use. I just wish it was you, instead of your clothes that I was playing with. I doubt if you would want your nickers back at the moment, they wouldn't be too soft and silky to wear right now, and I bet you can guess why.You must be a very clever person to have accessed my secret files, I that thought they were safe. I searched your room out very carefully but sadly didn't find anything really erotic or naughty, you must have cleared up. I was aware of my saliva draining from my mouth and into Marsha’s. I felt Marsha swallowing, drinking it down. Then I felt the black woman’s tongue pushing back on my own. I let it in and sucked her tongue hard. Our mouths continued exploring each other’s faces and lips. I couldn’t believe how soft Marsha felt under my lips and fingers and I found my hands wandering over her body. I slowly caressed Marsha’s neck, my fingertips tracing her body down to her breasts.I felt Marsha’s breathing.