Martha had given her a letter of introduction when she'd said goodbye which was normal for a young lady travelling alone. Something she could show to ...nyone who asked to prove who she was and that she was of good standing etc.She wasn't supposed to read it but the train journey was a long one and she was quickly bored and so she couldn't resist. The letter started as she'd expected it too, telling any potential reader that she was an honest and polite English girl married to an important banker. I reach the edge of his short. I touch the fabric with my finger tips and look at my brother. His eyes are wide open and his nimble fingers move over the buttons like a professional. I have played this game myself many time. It’s difficult, but I keep control of my hand until the game reaches an intense moment. The music gets louder and my brother leans forward in concentration. I use the distraction and my fingers slip under the fabric. He makes a gasp. I don’t know whether it’s cause of the. Gonna... Gonna... Cumming!" Jen grunted as she came. What had to be a quart of pussy juice sprayed Roxy's face, despite trying to catch it all in her mouth. In twelve years of marriage, I have never seen my wife squirt. Needless to say, we were both quite impressed with Roxy's ministrations.As Jen rolled over and recovered from her orgasm, Roxy was ready for her own orgasm."Harder, harder. Fuck my little asshole!" She ordered. I reached down and grabbed her by the pony tail, and jerked her back. “ ... and the electric is good. Checking out all the wiring took hours! What’s so funny?” Martin asked, puzzled as he looked over to see his girlfriend laughing pretty hard.“Nothing, Marty. Just an observation about how most guys are assholes,” she said sweetly as she dazzled him with a smile. “Present company excluded, of course.”“Oh, yeah. I guess they are at that,” he said as he shook his head and then went right back to his enthusiastic explanations for the restoration of his car.“So ....