.. shit, now I'll have to stay here till we sort this out. Why don't you catch a cab over to my place and I'll bring some food with me and meet you th...re?" Oh, no, Richard, thanks, but you're gonna be here all afternoon sorting this mess out. Look, I'll go and get myself something to eat. Call me on my cell phone when you're free... if it takes too long," I walked over to him and quietly said, " We'll make it another time ok? I've got a lot to do myself, honey."It was only then I looked around. Do you want her to blow a mating call trumpet?’ ‘Sara!’ But Sara had left the room while he was reaching one-handed to fish out his handkerchief to wipe his steamed-up glasses. At 3:00 Carson arrived back from shopping then loaded the SUV. ‘I’m taking Lydia over to mom’s as arranged but I’ll change over there. Don’t worry if I’m a little late — you have met most of those coming, Sara, and Harry you’ll know Fred Quirk and Peter Doig and because you are male the women will soon introduce. Oh fuck! .....that hurt but felt so good , her body had pleasure and pain running through it , as his whole fist slipped in her she felt her orgasm come , her legs buckled and she realised his fist inside was taking her weight and as she regained her composure a little her body was already without thought fucking down on this fist , his other hand stretched open the top of her cunt and his tongue was flicking her engorged clit , she was in heaven.He stood up and held his cum covered hand to her. “My last one got almost a hundred thousand views.”“No shit?”She kissed his nose. “No shit.”“Like a channel, huh?”“Yup.” She kissed his forehead. “Nymphet Fashion by Heather.”He laughed out loud. “Nymph who the what?”“Don’t make fun,” she said, slapping his face.“Ouch. So, you pretend to be a—"She slapped him again. “Stop it.”“Ouch. Okay, okay, I won’t make fun. I’d love to see these.”“No,” she pouted, crossing her arms.“Bet they’re cute.”“Screw you,” she said looking away.“Cause everything you.