We started kissing and touching. I stoke ismanhood and the love making repeats itself.I woke Bill up with something he loves, a blow job. He asked ...e if Iwant room service or wished to go downstairs to the dining room. "Roomservice, I don't feel like putting on make-up."I put on some jeans, T-shirt bra, top and sweater and sneakers to getto spa to have my hair and nails done and told Bill I'd be back maybeabout 2:30 to 3:00. He said he'd have a light lunch with some friendsand find. He struggled to move up onto the headboard and enjoyed the view of Violet jacking off his hard one. Her legs were spread apart, giving him plenty of access to her pussy, and his fingers began playing her instrument. David was a virtuoso of this kind of play. Hand play was his forte, on himself and on all of the girls he had found who needed such fiddling. Her ample breasts dangled temptingly, like fruit that needed to be harvested, and he fondled each one with his free hand, never stopping the. She asked me to stop with her mouth but her hands betrayed her pushing my head further into her. With a shrieking scream she had her first orgasm of the night. Small streams of fluid oozed out of her cunt and I knew she was ready for penetration.Next I made her crouch on the edge of the sofa, she wanted me to go slow but I had other intentions. So I held her from behind, and then in one motion I rammed my 8 inch cock into her pussy , bit her softly on her neck and forcefully pressed her nipples. I know he will feel me. I just know…” I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in my chest – a ghostly fake heart. I was so excited. And I began my final and longest journey alone. I started walking. Kept my pace. I walked up the driveway, through the walls of the house. Inside. Searching every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if some great bird had flown over and swept away what once lived here, with the shadow of its.