The need for release. Threatening to rip me in two. Everything started to tighten, to twist then unravel. My head swam. I barely recognised my own voi...e, dripping with lust:“Can I come yet?”There was a maddening delay. Like he was weighing up the options. My pleasure in his hands, yet he’d not touched me. Time stretched and contracted like the muscles that longed to do the same inside my soaked channel. I was so close. So fucking close.“No.” His tone was even. Measured. Sexy, even in just those. He turned, playing shy, and nudged the fabric until it fell to pool at his feet, leaving her staring at his tight rear in nothing but smalls. Her quick gasp was all he needed to stiffen his resolve, and he stepped out of the trousers lazily and turned around so the noticeable bulge in his smalls was practically right in her face.“They’re all yours,” he commented, and she jumped slightly and picked up the trousers quickly. “Shall I remove the rest?”“I think this will suffice, my Lord,” she. She is responding positively, but I m in confusion. On the third day after coming from home, I have night shift, on that night we talked late nite and started sex talk also.. Then it continues and we both are desperately wanted to have sex. At that time she told that she adores my hairy body whenever she seen me without shirt. I also told that on the first day I met her in saree, I felt hornier to her, her naked back and glimpses of her navel views attracted me. So after two weeks I again took. From the back Amy didn’t look pregnant except for the start of a waddle.Jon listened to my idea with a grin from ear to ear.The next I knew he’d pulled a huge roll of blueprints from one of the many cubbyholes in his home office and spread them out on his worktable – a four-by-eight-foot drafting table with a slight tilt to the surface.Jon flipped through to the plot plans and the ground floor layout of Andrew and Darby’s home. He spread some orange tracing paper over the plan, and with a.