He starred at the side of the closet where his clothes had been and they were gone. He looked around only seeing Michele’s things on the other side....Something was wrong. Where was his thing? Michelle finished her shower when Keith walked into the bathroom. She was wrapped in a towel as she leaned over the counter applying makeup around her eyes. “Honey? Where are my clothes?” Michelle stopped briefly as she responded back. “Honey. I moved them into the spare bedroom while you were gone. Did. It makes me feel weird.” “It makes you feel good, is what you mean.” She slipped a hand under my jumper and I felt her press on my belly. Her hand slid up to my breast and cupped it while she moved further between my legs and lodged herself against my groin. Still she kissed on, her hands stroking my neck, my hair, my face. “You taste so good, Debi,” she murmured, her hand massaging my boob, her kisses moving downward. “No!” I insisted. But she didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen to my. Josef and I had shared a somewhat unusual childhood. We had started work at twelve years of age as bell-boys in an international hotel for the summer seasons. This premature exposure to the adult world had not produced uniform results. Josef and I had become almost opposites. While I found it easy to establish contact and freely talk with strangers, I was shy with girls in becoming intimate. Josef was the opposite.In going out together, Josef often left it to me to make the first move on girls. You take the dildo out of my now fucked ass and continue fucking my very sensitive pussy till I come again, you’re close to coming but you haven’t had enough. You squirt some lube into my ass and slowly insert your hard cock into my ass you grab my vibrating dildo and put it up to the highest level and ram my pussy with it. You pick up speed and soon your fucking my ass hard and fast, while controlling the dildo in my pussy, you pull it out and ram it deep and hard and pull it out slowly, you.