The press of flesh against flesh brought a warm smile to the now fully alert redhead.Memories of the previous night made her smile even brighter. She ...rushed a lock of dark brown hair from across the closed eyes of her still sleeping companion. His features were decidedly handsome, possessed of an almost little boy cuteness. The body below was smooth, almost hairless - exercised and well toned. His name was Michael Rossi and he was all of eighteen and a half years old.The previous summer, she. I was thinking if I should message him or not. I could see his room through my window he was working with the system and his wife was sleeping. I was afraid to msg him but I wanted to. Atlast I thought i wil msg him it was 2 am. I stood near my window and sent message hi Swetha here.He too peeped through his window and replied me Hi, honey, come out for a while. I was first afraid and told no. he then convinced me and i went out. I opened my door slowly and closed it slowly he was already. Soft lips glossed together while their tongues entwined in a dance of passion, exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. Kelly hands flowed down May’s sides and over her firm rump, while May’s encircled the back of the taller woman’s slim waist. Locked in a lovers embrace, they began to gyrate in a silent dance, causing their firm breasts to press together. Kelly broke their kiss and looked over to Mr. Worley, never loosening her hold on her submissive, lover. “Mmm, she really does know how. ”He had thoroughly examined me when he returned from his rounds, after which I recounted what had happened since the fire at Hungerford Hall, right up until the time I fell asleep in a chair at Greenaway’s Farm.He agreed with Rob Crawshay that the fumes from the burning of freshly varnished, and French polished furniture would have rendered my family unconscious before the smoke asphyxiated them. He then asked me what I remembered from the time I fell asleep in my mother’s kitchen until waking.