Layla sees through it, “Let's get home.”We get to my place and the heat gets turned on.She pushes me through the door and slams me into the wall, ...issing me and pulling my shirt out of my pants. I unzip her dress and pull it down, exposing her lacy red bra and panties. Her heels click the floor as she pulls at my pants and shimmies them down my waist.“Fuck,” I groan feeling her hand wrap around my dick and her lips press to my neck.“I want you,” she moans softly. I pick her up and carry her. It was nauseating. For him, the lipstick was strawberry, her breath milky, warm, wet, involving.Whilst kissing her, his large hand was becoming more frantic at the front of her dress. Fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing, mauling, beginning with a demented eagerness to try and break the strap that held the breast's covering in place. The fabric was flimsy, it snapped easily and then it was the cup of her bra that was being forced upwards, her small swollen nipple exposed to the hand and. ..It was how quickly and frighteningly it had all occurred and thedangerous likelihood of it suddenly happening again at any time in thefuture creating all sorts of new problems, that crazy as it all was hadto be addressed and dealt with as soon as possible.Thankfully it was dark by the time we'd got home so sneaking in hopefullyunseen, we'd soon warmed up with some hot tea and toast. Siobhan, by nowI fervently hoped permanently back in her own body, had quickly begun torelax and was soon her. . so good. Don't stop!" I twiddled her clit again. "Will, Don't stop!" Michelle, can I take off your jeans? I can't pleasure you properly with them on." Just keep going Will. It feels incredible." I pulled on her jeans. Michelle lifted her hips so I could get them off."Now your panties." Michelle lifted her hips up again and I slid her panties off and put them on the floor beside her jeans.Michelle's pubic hair wasn't real thick. I could see that she trimmed it. Michelle's pussy lips her puffed.