Jake is a barometer of masculinity and kindness. He also comes equipped with a body to kill for hidden by stylishly selected outfits. She also meets R...chard, a womanizer (“coureur de jupon”). Richard is Jake’s old friend and his chauffeur. He is a great talker, equally handsome, although a little older, in his mid 40s, with thin body type, and has a huge bulge that hints of his generously developed “package”. Via their kinky conversation, Helena enjoys Richard’s openness, his confidence or more. Greg lay down beside her, turning towards her onto his left side. She turned towards him and stretched her body out full-length against his, pillowing her head on his arm, offering him her parted lips and sensuously flickering tongue. As they kissed, she turned her body sinuously this way and that, so that her skin brushed against his, her erect nipples against his chest, her mound against his cock, sending sparks of sensation showering through his nervous system. He ruffled her curls with his. "It feels good... do..."She paused and turned to face me. "Now the shirt," she panted. "Before you ass-fuck me!" I slid my hands up her shirt, and Megan groaned "Tear my shirt off too!"I grinned as I took hold of the neckline and gave it a good rip. I tore her shirt between her nice tits and stroked them with my thumbs as I pulled the gash down. I reached forward and bit through the straps over her arms, tearing those one by one. Then I tossed the useless piece of material over my shoulder."Now. I had no idea until I saw Charity drag her tits down the stairs and waddle behind me just how precarious it must be for a dog to go downstairs. If I stopped and Charity was following me, she might have fallen end over end and landed flat on her butt. I walked briskly down the stairs, and she kept a single, smooth rhythm to her crawling.Lucy and Simon were eating when I got downstairs. Lindsay and my father were nowhere to be seen. They greeted me with smiles. They were eating fresh pancakes.