I must have looked as bewildered to her as she seemed strange to me – there was a girl in the hallway and, apart from the robe she was clutching to ...erself, she was stark naked! Seeing me she screamed again and I recognised the voice as the one that had woken me. She was obviously terrified – her eyes staring wildly – and, though the circumstances didn’t allow me a chance to get a really good look at her, what I could see of her body made me wish I could! Just then, out of the lounge room came. I knew there were not tears of regret or sadness, they was the tears of an emotional orgasm with a man she loved.Then I felt myself reach that same point. There was no stopping this. It was like a freight train rushing along a track, no way to turn right or left, too much speed and momentum to stop or to even slow. My body was on that track, driving forward as my cock rammed in and out of her. And just like a freight train that rumbles and roars out of a tunnel, bursting into the sunlight and. So it was that Anwyn disguised as Anthony lead "her" into therestaurant and after being given a nudge by his girlfriend asked thewaiter for the table booked by Gavin Rodgers. The waiter obliged byshowing them to a table where Mr Rodgers and his wife were alreadyseated.Anwyn noticed immediately that Gavin's wife Charlotte Brunfeld was astunner. Her whole sense of style made Angela look like a tramp. Anwynwas not surprised as she'd seen pictures of Charlotte in magazinesplenty of times, but she. In my other hand I’d fold out the panties, some time I’d give them I sniff. Fantasies filled my head as I fucking girls through her bra. I imagined putting my head in between her massive melons and sucking every inch of them. Then I’d kneel her down and slide my stiff member between them, tittyfucking her until I came all over. By now my cock was really aching, and I was about to cum all over the bra as I stroked up and down. Suddenly I heard the basement door open behind me, and my mother’s.