She giggled, and started walking back towards my car with one suitcase. ‘Here let me get that for you’ I said. ‘Ok, thanks,’ she said with ano...her one of those smiles and closed the trunk. She walked over to my car in front of me and sat in the seat while I put her suitcase in my trunk. When I got back in my seat she was staring up at the star filled night sky. When I closed my door she said ‘it’s so beautiful don’t you think?’ I replied with ‘I think you should visit my attic.’ She had a look. The bed was rocking, tapping insistently on the wall, the springs squeaking with each thrust of his hips, and the slap again against my ass. 'Damn, bitch, this is some damn good pussy here, I knew I shoulda got onto this sooner.' I couldn't believe it, despite everything, I was hard as a rock my penis being driven against the sheets, No, I didn't want to but I was working my ass back to meet his thrust,I bit my lip, I couldn't, shouldn't be getting any enjoyment from this, it was so wrong. . Lane is a forty-two year old very successful businessman who’s very careful with his money. Most people call him Lane or Mr Host. His full name is Evelane James Host-Wright; only his closest business friends call him EJ and only those intent on suicide call him Eve or Evelane. He doesn’t cut an imposing figure as he’s of average height, solid build, light hair, blue eyes; he looks very ordinary. However, he’s very far from ordinary because he’s Registered Breeder MA489765 - the most virile male. I'd love for you to be spooning with me now, kissing my neck, your body a perfect fit into mine. Your hands running up and down my side. Only half awake, able to give ourselves over completely to pleasure.You know how I love having my neck kissed, I am horny as fuck. I squirm lazily under your touch, breathing a little faster than before, feeling my face flush.You slide a hand round, cupping my breast and you hear me quietly gasp as you brush against a nipple. You take it between your fingers,.