"Thanks my friend, that's really great of you" The pleasure is all mine believe me. It's at Eight forty five on Saturday morning at Southend airport. ...light number is LJ4739 don't be late, they won't wait for you, okay" Eight forty five at Southend got it. Thanks again and I will see you when I get back" Not if I see you first, enjoy the flight"Friday morning had finally arrived. He was as excited as a kid in a sweet shop with a pocket full of change. By six o'clock, he was out the door. With a. A couple of trips back to the kitchen and the table held salmon, Irish potatoes and lima beans. She had also fixed a package of brown and serve rolls. It had been a long time since I had a real home cooked meal. Most of my meals were salads that I picked up from the supermarket or takeout from the restaurants around campus. I am definitely no cook."I stopped on the way back from campus and picked up stuff for dinner. My thanks for letting me stay last night. I had visions of having to sleep in. I was standing by the bed, furiously jacking my cock. Ashleigh quickened the pace, and it wasnt long before Grace joined her in orgasm OOOOOHHHHH, FUCK, BABE, FUCK, FUCK, FFFFUUUCCCKKKK Her petite body quivered with pleasure. SHIT, IM GONNA CUM I told my two little sluts. Ashleigh immediately sat up and took my cock in her mouth. Furiously wanking and sucking my cock. I couldnt hold back any longer OH FUCK! I cried as I unleashed in Ashleighs mouth. She gulped down every drop, then embraced me. Her hair was cut short, unlike McClain’s flowing black tresses, and instead of the Chief’s feminine, angular, beautiful face, this woman had a very masculine profile. Her sex-fighter was hot at least, but unlike the busty 25 year old Lucy, this girl was a knockout 19 year old with a tall, slender body, and well-shaped but not incredibly large breasts. Her red hair trailed down her back in shaggy spikes, like the tail of a fox. ‘What do we do now, Chief?’ Lucy asked, hoping she could go home,.