Shes got a home here and likes to stay there. After my tutions that day i was told by my parents that i should go to her home as everyone will be ther... after collecting her from airport.I was disappointed with that idea at the beginning.But when i went there that night no one was there except a young girl who i must say was very beautiful.Infact it was her body structure that was more impressive.I asked her who she was and where was everybody else,and she told me that she was the maid arranged. I whisper in Victor’s ear:“Fuck me…” and closed my eyes, as his hands lifted my skirt, revealing the red garter and stockings…Victor felt my wet pussy lips sliding along his hardness; but he pushed me on my back onto the bed. He got undressed.His nice cock was fully hard and I got wet just staring at it.Victor changed his mind and he made me straddle him again.I impaled myself onto his raging hard on, squeezing it with my cunt.Seconds later, I started to ride him hard. Victor soon was hitting. I didn't recognize the number."Hello?" I answered, thumbing the talk button."Hi, it's Jenna," said the voice.Uh-oh, I thought."Hi Jenna," I said, sitting back on the bed, my cock still in my oily hand. It was getting soft again."Um," she paused."This is probably about yesterday?" I offered."Yeah," she agreed. "I, uh... You're not going to say anything to anyone, right?" Of course not," I reassured her. "It's not my business. I should have, you know, knocked, at least." Yeah." And I'm fine with. I freely admit that I have no faith in organized religions. Their biased viewpoints and credos, exclusionist policies and narrow minded outlooks leave me cold and uninterested. On the other hand, I understand that there are people who get a great deal of comfort from their structure and traditions, as well as from the belief that an almighty father figure is keeping watch over them.I have no idea why Irene wanted me to go with her. We hadn't talked together much beyond pleasantries. She asked.