"I'll be two hours," he promised. "Got business to do." Emily ignored the language and looked at him as he scratched his head. He lowered his voice an... looked at her. "Go to my 'ouse." Just one thing," Emily replied. "I don't want to appear 'round the town. You can take a photo I don't care but promise me you ain't gonna stick me on a poster." Course not," he instantly replied and guided the young teenager through the streets of Bournemouth until he unlocked a door at the back of the pub. Emily. Or that I hoped we were sharing a room. God what the fuck is wrong with me? When did Jenna get so...irresistible? When the fuck did I start checking out my female friends....? We made it to Vermont in four and a half hours, mostly because I drive like Danica fucking Patrick and because when I have someplace to be, I get there without stopping. The front desk was closed. Little and Smith left a note with a key: Lexi, Smith and I will be gone for a day or two. I've left you a key for room number. We would go out on the weekends, and I would always find a way to be walking behind my wife and her husband, right next to her, and I would lightly rub her back and shoulders, even being so daring as to go as low as the top of her panties. She never reacted or said anything, so I felt that she liked the attention.One weekend her husband had gone to visit a sick friend out of town, so I thought I would see if she really liked my attentions, or was just trying to not create a scene. I called her. With a look of surprise and embarrassed satisfaction, she obliged. Her tongue danced and twirled along my pussy lips, applying the right amount of pressure, the warm stud on her tongue adding an extra element of uniqueness to the experience.Meanwhile, Enzo and the Neil’s hands replaced Emily’s on my breasts. Emily got on top of the table and lowered her soaking wet pussy onto my mouth.. I sucked and licked, gorging myself on her juices. She let all her weight sink on to me now and started to.