I then stuck one finger inside my wet hole slowly fucking myself; I then stuck a second finger inside causing even more pleasure to rush through my bo...y. I fingered my wet hole vigorously going deeper and harder each time.My thoughts were on George and imagining him between my legs eating my pussy, this took me into an almost instant orgasm as my knees buckled and my pussy began to quiver, the wave of pleasure shot through my body as my orgasm began to build. Just then I knew I couldn't hold. “So, what can you tell me?” I asked.“What would make you think that I understood English?” she replied, clearly confused and off-balance.“A hunch,” I answered, shrugging nonchalantly.“So, what can you tell me?” I reiterated.“About what?” she answered evasively.“Anything you think I should know,” I answered, equally evasively.“Like what,” she countered.“Look, we can play this game all day. Why not start by telling me what you have gathered about the size, make-up, and competency of my forces as. I couldn't pretend not to have mastered the iron for long and I was soonworking my way through the pile of clothes "just like a real woman" Ritasaid photographing me.By the time I had finished my calf muscles felt like they were going toexplode from having had to stand in heels for so long. I wanted to sitdown but Rita had other ideas and I was soon helping her prepare ourdinner in the kitchen wearing a white apron around my waist so I lookedlike a French Maid. I tried to object but Rita was. James was happy to be back home at last. He had divorced his wife after learning that she was only with him for his money. Amanda is a splitting image of his ex-wife, Cynthia. She had left when she was only two months old. Hugging her in his arms, he can feel every trace of Amanda's teenage body."Mmm baby, when did you grow up?" Amanda giggled as James asked. He can feel his cock lengthening in his pants as Amanda laughed. Shit, James thought, this will be awkward if Amanda finds out about the.