Ariel’s voice froze in her throat and her panic choked her. She heard the bolt slide back and the doors shuddered open to reveal her Ex-Fiancée sta...ding on the landing. His broad, muscular chest was heaving and he was bleeding from a jagged cut on his arm. Where he was usually well-put together and elegant, he looked wild and crazy. He was almost disturbingly handsome, in contrast to her simply gorgeous, classic features. Ariel found her voice again and she gasped loudly, tightening her. From it she guessed she could the whole of the vegetable patch, including the compost stack which was right by it and most importantly she simply had to see exactly what Jon was up to. Before his last visit, his only ‘inspirational’ thoughts about Dorothy had been her neck, her underarm tangle of hair, her imperious air and her bared, haired arms, all of which apparently ‘did it’ for him. Then he had spotted her dirty wall picture a couple of days back and, more recently, the fluffed nipples. My cock was straining against my pants, just begging to be released. Cautiously, I reached out to touch Sonya's ass, but she slapped my hand away with a playful giggle. "First," she said. "You have to kiss it." My mouth watering, I leaned forward planting a soft wet kiss on her firm, muscular ass. Sonya moaned in appreciation as I traced my tongue towards inwards. I wanted to do more, but Sonya had other ideas. "Unzip me." she ordered. With great reluctance I pulled my face from her perfect ass. I could see there was a condom covering the end and he dropped it in my lap with a single word “Ass.” I looked at him, his roomie, the old guy, then over to the young girl who had moved just across from us. I really didn’t want to do that right there and while I never spoke the words, my face must have betrayed me. He took the end of the leash and said “I said up your ass” punctuating each word with a slap across the face from the leather handle. I looked over at the girl one last time, saw her.