Could this really be happening? I pulled him down on the couch and then climbed on top of him, our lips still connected. Slowly my hands roamed his b...dy until I reached down and started to inch into his shorts. In a moment, I felt his cock in my hand. I could tell it was thick and it felt so huge in my hands. I started moving my hand up and down his shaft slowly, feeling every inch of it. Joaquin let out a slight moan and pulled his mouth away. "Erika" he said breathlessly. "Please, I. My letter of resignation is on Monique's desk with my credit cards and phone. Here take this number, you can reach me on this but, please keep it from Monique. All you know is that I called you and told you about the letter." But why?" Long story. Maybe one day I'll tell you. Let Ron and Sue know what has happened. They are now in charge unless Monique makes some changes." Please, stay in touch, you'll be missed around here, it will never be the same and good luck."Be the time the phone call. I wanted to lick it straight away, but was glad I stayed with my tongue in her shitter as she farted again. A real wet juicy one. She once again said something incomprehensible to me before she had placed her mouth on my arse. I knew she wanted me to do the same to her, but I also knew that if I did, I would piss all over myself, and I thought that would be a waste. I lightly slapped her bum, she sighed an approving sigh, and I slapped it again before placing my hands under. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt's house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial "encouragement".Mrs Whitehall's mansion was unreachable to anyone within a mile radius. A few dozen guards and some pretty secure fencing made sure of that. Mrs Whitehall always had some peculiar tastes. The two girls would learn first hand about those. When they were.