." The Chartists? Who are they, some new Boy Band?"Baz stared at me in amazement. "You ain't never heard of the Chartists? About two hundred years ago...they was ordinary workingmen who believed that every man should have the vote, and it's thanks to them we live in a democracy. I'm gobsmacked you've never..."He realised I was winding him up, and punched me on the arm."Sodding hell, Dave. You really had me going there. You should be in politics with that glib, lying, tongue and honest face."In. To do it more quickly, we split the deck, that Nathalie had given us, in the middle. Illiana would do the top floors, and I would go down with the elevator and do the bottom floors. I must say, I felt already more secure in the building, because yesterday, I surely would never have taken that elevator alone to go to the ground floor.Every floor had two apartments, and I used the stairs to go up again. When I was at apartment 3.1, the owner caught me. I had just gone down to stick the card under. “Oh I love the feeling as your cock slides in and out of me like that David. I’ve never been fucked like this before. It feels so good!” I moved one hand up so I could pinch her nipple between my fingers then moved my other hand between her legs to work on her engorged clit. “Oh no, it’s too much pleasure David,” she cried. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.She started wildly bucking her ass against my cock as I was buried deep in her pussy. I pinched her nipple harder. Quietly I poked my headaround the door.There she was – on the couch. Her long nightie hikedup past her waist revealing her young pussy. One handstroked her slender crack; the other caressed herbreasts under her T-shirt. Eyes closed, she spreadher legs widely.I could only watch as she pleasured herself.Then as one delicate finger inched up into hersoaking cunt; she gasped softly. The sound alonebrought me to a raging hard on. She licked her lipsdreamily; thrusting slowly upward to meet.