"You want me to fuck you like Steph wants to be fucked?" I asked. She was quiet for a minute and I thought I might have gone too far. Then she moaned...."Fuck me like Steph wants. Pound my pussy so hard I can't walk tomorrow. Punish this little girl."I looked down at my wife's ass and started thinking about Stephanie. I imagined it was her ass that was up in the air, and her face in the pillow. I slammed my cock into Trish and pulled her hips back to me. I rammed it in her as fast and as hard as. Night arrived, and Pedro and most of the folks decided to go out to town, to the pubs area. A few of us decided to stay, including Kristina and myself. We sat in front of the television in one of the many rooms at the mansion and kept chatting. Who doesn’t like to talk to such a beautiful lady?It was one o’clock, and most of the people were still out, and from the guests that had stayed, many of them were in bed (some sharing!). It was late, so I said goodbye to Kristina.“I hope to talk to you. She asked me the answers and I kept dictating her. After she became busy writing, I put my hand around her waist and slowly started feeling her rear. She was so soft and smooth, I could not take my hand off. She did not seem to mind . My hand roamed all over and then I started inching it inside her skirt. She just touched my palm to stop but it was impossible for me to stop now.“Please sir!” she exclaimed mildly. But my adventure continued. After some moments, I pulled her on to my lap . A soft. I looked anxiously at our, no, her bedroom window but was relieved to see the light remained off. I’d had the misfortune to lose the tenant in my own place only two weeks before. Was that what had made me, or allowed me to do this? Stop agonising, Imo, it’s done. The flat was cold, dark and miserable and the cow who’d rented it had knicked the lightbulb in the hall and, I discovered later, the one in the bathroom too. She had also taken MY bed linen which had been stored in a locked cupboard.