She asked about my ‘ladies in waiting’ – I blinked, having no idea what she was talking about – before recommending her own daughter with glow...ng praise. I stumbled my way through the conversation, promising I would consider her recommendation if I ever decided to have ladies-in-waiting, which she made sound like servants who happened to have noble parents. I don’t even like having normal servants, never mind having ones with titles.Bann Alfstanna saved me from further discussion, and we. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a t-shirt. Her only one that showed any skin. It was the 'sexiest' cloths she had. The same muscular frat guy was standing by the door when she walked up. "Hey girl scout!" he calls cheerily as she stepped up. He stuck his head through the door "Ashley! She's here!" He turned back to Ayla. "She'll be down in a minute. Beer?" He pulled a bottle out of a cooler near his feet. Ayla hesitates only a moment, then took the beer from him. She took a long. Eyes glued to each other as we trade places with our tongues. The taste of wine still on our lips only fuels the passion. Carelessly tearing the clothes from our bodies, and leaving a trail to the bedroom as we get ready for some hard core sex. No foreplay tonight. No, loving, and tenderness this evening. My cock is already hard before I bend you over the end of the bed. Your pussy not quite ready, but that doesn't stop me. I can see that you're a little excited, but not dripping wet just. We were so tightly packed no one could see what I was doing and I got a good feel like that. Feeling ever bolder I eased the leg of her panties aside and got to the real thing and it felt good. Plenty of hair to play with and feeling moist. She opened her legs a bit and I got my middle finger stroking her slit, up and down slowly getting to the lips through the hair. Once there I got the tip of my finger in and moved it as much as I could. Within a few minutes of this she suddenly grabbed my.