‘Ladies,’ I said with a cool, polite incline of my head. ‘Good afternoon.’ I tried to sail gracefully out of the house but I had no idea if th... gesture had its intended affect. Mrs. Macintyre bustled into the study, her shrill voice rattling the mood in the house. Jenny slunk out of the manse behind me. Her clammy fingers closed around my wrist. ‘I told you I would ruin you if you slept with him,’ she sneered. ‘Didn’t I warn you?’ I stopped my long stride down the front walk and shook off her. Oh fuck yes.' His jaw was starting to ache but he carried on giving his best to please her. 'Oh god.. soo nearly... really.. veryy... oh yes yes YES! THERE!! Urghhhhhh'Emily's body went into a fit of ecstasy on top of him, squirming about as she squealed in pleasure. He carried on licking her clit until she let out a final gasp and her body went limb on top of him. Minutes past where they just lay there. The sweet scent of Emily's pussy filling Dudley's lungs, and Emily resting her head on his. After a couple of turns, with not many balls sunk, the girl - who played even worse than me - and I found us in the situation that most balls were either blocking pockets, or in the middle of the table. Without any hesitation the girl proceeded to play a ball in the middle of the table, which required her to lean onto the table to such an extent that she placed her right knee on the table.What a sight! Right in front of me was this girl, left foot on the ground, right knee on the table and mini. So once we were in bed of some high class hotel, resting after eating each other and I was reading some sex stories. He asked me what I was doing so I told him that. He asked that what’s good in reading some fake sex stories instead of doing real one. I told him that not all are fakes and some are genuinely real one. He admitted that but asked what makes me read that. I said that it gives me fantasy and dreams, though I was not sure how to fulfil my fantasy but still dreaming about it is good.