''Yes.' There was a gentle knock at the door and the maid re-appeared carrying a tray with teapot, jug, cups, saucers and a plate of biscuits. Was thi... really Liz's husband Paul? I was fascinated as he glided across the room and carefully bending his knees put the tray down on the coffee table.'Shall I pour, madam?' he asked.'Yes, please, Caroline.'Caroline picked up the teapot and started to pour the tea. I watched transfixed, hoping Liz wouldn't think I was staring. 'Sugar, Miss Simmons?'. I could do this, I just had to focus. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t notice the alarm clock sliding away or the glasses shaking in the other room. I wanted him too much to control it more than that. In fact, I couldn’t stand to wait any longer and I reached down to unbutton his jeans. It was his turn to moan and his breath came short and quick as I crouched forward to pull his jeans and boxers down, my lips and tongue working down the thin line of hair to his hot, throbbing cock. I took it in my. No, not want; fucking well need!The drive home did nothing to stop her brain going over the night before. The fucking, sucking, and kissing. His cock in her mouth, cunt, and even her willing arsehole.How she loved sex with him. But, part of her enjoyed her private time even more. Those times when her mind ran free. The thoughts of horny men filling her with cock and cum. The closest she got was when he would plug her holes with cock and a vibrator. Fuck how they both loved that! He said the. I didnt finish my shower. You can finish at home. Alex hangs his head, gets his stuff and leaves. Sean knocks again, Logan, your showers done. Get dressed. After a few minutes, Are you done in there? No. Why not? M-my clothes are downstairs. So, Logan, you went through my house naked. Yes, sir, with quivering voice and knocking knees. Come out here. Now giving Logan the hairy eyeball, Do you run around your home naked? Clinging to the towel around his waist, he looks at Sean painfully, No,.