I screamed with mingled pain and ecstasy as his enormous pile-driver forced its way into my hungry rosebud. Bill, bless his horndog instincts, ignored...my screaming and wriggling, and just pulled me further onto his tool, chasing that itch inside me.The others glanced at me, but the noise around us was overwhelming and the girl on the horse was nearing the climax of her ride. Literally, as it turned out -- some sort of off-white goo suddenly jetted from the stallion's cock, splashing copiously. Adjoining the kitchen was a huge formal dining room. Amy led her into a living room that was huge also and had a sunken conversation pit at one end which had a large fireplace. Amy led her down a hall that joined the living room and pointed out the four bedrooms that opened up off of it, each one of them large enough to be a master suite and each had its own bathroom. She rounded a corner in the hallway and came to another door. Amy opened the door, flipped the light switch and Sam looked. Martha had never had an unexpected visitor in all the months she had been using the apartment, so she was surprised when the door announced that someone wanted to come in. She glanced at the scan and saw a harassed looking woman of about thirty, medium height, mousy shoulder length hair, and not very pretty, standing patiently outside. What scared her rigid was that the door identified her as Mrs. Sandra Harris.'Oh, well, ' thought Martha, 'It had to end sometime, and it's been a fun six. She wore lovely deep red lipstick. I so wanted to kiss her. She said, ‘When you’ve finished staring at aunties tits again, can you take this salad outside first and then there are other things to take out. I felt myself blushing as she caught me staring at her. She handed me the salad and I smelt her perfume. She leaned forward and said, ‘I’m not wearing any underwear today’. I felt my cock twitching, I was getting hard. I took the salad outside and went straight back into the kitchen. Auntie.