’ ‘Good,’ she said, and then lifted one leg on to the bed. ‘What about now?’ I shifted up the bed, ‘oh, yes, now I can see that lovely wet...pussy of yours.’ ‘Good,’ she said again. ‘If Stefan isn’t interested I may have to revert to plan B.’ This was the first I had heard of a plan B. ‘Oh?’ ‘Yes – fuck anyone. I haven’t gone to all the trouble of getting your agreement and getting myself all wound up only to be let down. If Stefan doesn’t bite I’ll chat someone up, flash my pussy around and. Part 1 has been slightly edited and was originally published under another account. Part 2 is completely new and describes the encounter from the other person’s viewpoint.Part 1I pressed the bell push and heard soft footsteps approaching the door, it opened and I walked into a room I had seen many times on XH. I turned as she closed the door and came towards me. I looked at her long black hair, plain white blouse, short denim skirt and black hosiery with black mid heeled shoes. I put my bag on. He's still stroking his now flaccid penis. It takes no more than a minute and his cock is once again rock hard and he ejaculates again. This time, all over my cheeks and closed mouth. He never stops stroking. He then commences to stroke himself until he cums, not twice, three, or even four times, but six times. By now semen is on my shoulders and breasts and inside my mouth and nostrils. I tell him I have to spit it out, and at that very second he ejaculates again directly inside my mouth and. I shifted on the sofa, trying to find a better angle, wondering if I had really seen anything. An anxious reflection stared back at me. “What was that?” I said softly. Andrea moaned softly and a shiver seemed to caress her body. I tried to look past her, through the reflected shadow of her deep blue dress and into the night, but Andrea turned, obstructing my view with a wiggle of her hips and a flip of her hem. Black satin panties hugged her firm bottom in that quick instant.