I'm fine. How're you?"Mark chuckled. "I'm alright. You don't sound fine," he replied. "Haven't seen ya online. Just wondered if you were ok." Yeah... ...eah, I'm fine. I'm ok. How're you doing?"He laughed again. "Said I'm fine, ok?"There was another pause, and then we both went to speak at the same time."Sorry, you go 'head," I said timidly."Nah, go on," he replied.I smiled, turning to sit in my chair, and held the phone close to my ear with both hands."I'm ok," I whispered."You sure?" Yeah."We. I promise.” She chuckled wickedly. Peter lifted his head a little and looked forward as he felt Trixy’s fingers slide into his tightly clenched arsehole; two entwined fingers, slick with lube, invading him, sliding in up to the knuckles, and twisting within him, searching out his prostate and milking it hard. Peter grunted as Trixy’s long nails raked his insides through the latex of the glove. She pumped him, timing each thrust of her slippery fingers into his stretched anus with a tug on his. One weekend when I went to visit some friends with my step mom, I was 16 years old at the time, nearly seventeen – they lived out of town and because it was a big family, we found that she and I would have to sleep in the same room; in the same bed actually. I let her get into bed first and then I undressed in the bathroom and slipped under the covers and turned my back on her, laying as close to the edge of the bed as it was possible; so that I could give her plenty of room. I fell asleep but. She had just returned to Amsterdam the day before and told me all.I listened almost all night to her hot adventures. Next I sent her to bed: she would be on duty.I enjoy to watch Petra performing at her best to our guest with all her seductive cute beauties.I see the twinkle in her eyes, her special smile, hear her voice asking how she can please Anna.I like to show you some of our lovely lingerie. We have daring and dirty designs in your size!I think you wear 32B, isn't it? Shall I show you.