Consequences be damned. She tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off. At her soft cry of frustration, Damien broke contact with her chest and, grinn...ng, yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “I want you, Ariel. Take off the rest of your cloths.” She slid from the table with his assistance and eagerly removed the rest of her clothing as he did the same. Towering over her, he ran his hands up an down her sides. When they stopped at her expanding waist line, he saw her blush as she. “Wow I cant believe its been that long.” She thought getting out of the tub. She quickly dried herself off before walking out of the bathroom completely nude and heading for her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed and began running her fingers over her nipples smiling when they stiffened. Rolling her nipples between her fingers Kelly’s breath became harder and faster and her arousal grew to heights she could not remember ever getting to before. She closed her eyes and dropped a hand down to. She teased and played with my cock for a long time, during the flight back. Gratefully it was a night flight where blankets and dimmed lighting hid our indiscretions. Jill whispered in my ear and told me to go and shoot my load in the toilet. I went to the toilet and shot my load in total abandon and surrender. My actions were more than simply cumming. I was a slave to her will. We returned from our business trip with lots of emotions to deal with. Our intimacy was not only lustful, it was also. His mother ran a laundry business, you see, and used a LOT of water. Because of this, Jack had procured bigger and bigger buckets, so he wouldn't have to make so many trips up and down the hill. These large buckets weighed a lot, and Jack got awfully buff carrying them.The reason he didn't want to make so many trips wasn't because he was lazy. It was because in those days, only women brought clothes to the village laundress, so, if he was in or around the cottage, he got to see all the pretty.