I finished reading and left to go down stairs. Liz was in the kitchen and I end over to her, pulled up her skirt and quickly fucked her . She was so w... my cock slid in and it was a sloppy fuck. Liz came again and I also came. I wiped my cock on her skirt and quickly went over to the settee as I heard my wife saying goodnight to the k**s. We went home shortly afterwards and I immediately went to the washroom and washed my cock , balls and between my legs where Liz's juices had soaked me too.. “I said we can all hear you, all your sex and what not, not everyone wants to hear your little blond girl scream all the time”. “I thought you were out getting coffee?” I ask, not really sure what else to say. “I came back right around the time you decided to start fucking your little friend right next to the door. Either shove a sock in her mouth or take it somewhere else!”.“JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” I hear Jemma say from behind me. I look back, and see her standing with her. Itwas probably because he was thinking of his vacuous blond wife when he wrotemusic for the concubine's part. And the poor Austrian composer sadlyunderestimated Blonde the serving girl who had ten times the brains and courageof her mistress. However, I didn't and Blonde still serves me. But remember,my son became the next Pasha and that is what counts. Constanza , inthe end, provided me with nothing more than a pair of slippers and gloves. Part I - Pasha Selim Pasha Selim was of course the. "You'll come around," he shrugged. "Here, why don't I show you what itlooks like?"Ignoring all modesty, Ian unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick fromits confinement."Eww, put that thing away!" I shouted. But somehow, I found my eyeslingering over his throbbing large cock. Why did it look so fascinating?And why was I imagining my lips around it? Ughh. I shook my head tryingto vanquish these thoughts.Instead of putting it back, Ian began to stroke his penis with his largehairy hand until it.