I have to steady myself on the window to stop myself collapsing. It’s a good one. I’m sweating too, and my heart is beating like crazy.As I slowly...come down from my orgasm, I take the three fingers out of my soaking pussy, and run them down my own window, leaving a trail of sticky juices. Not as spectacular as his stuff but I can smell it, sharp and fresh. I press my naked body against the glass, crushing my breasts and hard nipples. Kneeling down, I lick the smears of pussy juices off the. As I study her face, mouth slightly parted and breathing quietly, I can easily recall the first time that we met Omar; and though many married men would find such a memory painful, to say the least, my own reactions were anything but! In fact, even as I look at my sleeping wife, I can feel my cock growing erect behind my zipper; just as it had done there in Kenya as Omar 'took' her for his own on our hotel room bed!Omar, though older than either of us (some 20 years older), and though having. However, that sort of work ethic was never going to get her a scholarship and, given that her working class heritage had precluded any chance of meeting and marrying anyone above her station, by the time she was 20 years old, the slim, 5’ 6” blonde, with perky tits, long legs and a beautiful face realized she had to change her ways or be doomed to a life of dead-end jobs. So, naturally, Emma was ecstatic at being able to land a job as an “Home Care-Giver” so soon after obtaining her vocational. It was the only thing that she couldthink of doing to help her, with Morgan feeling that it might be a bigissue that she was hiding beyond homesickness and frustration. Then ithit her: she was having her first period and was feeling the hormonalimbalance that went with it, it explained her being so crabby beforethey got there and why she was so quiet to everyone but Mrs. Horton.--------------September 3rd, 2016 Poe Cottage, Whateley AcademyMorgan awoke before Megan and got the needed supplies.