”Click. “Too late, darling,” she breathed into the silence of the warm evening.She wriggled back onto the dinner table, her damp yoga pants leav...ng a trail of perspiration, and pushed the small intercom inside the front of her pants. Its small speaker was touching her clit as she switched it back on.“Bel? Belinda, are you there?”She loved her life with James especially on days like these. His deep voice was sending thrills through her body. She felt like a Princess, adored by the only guy that. She unslung her pack, letting it drop to the floor with a thud, and bent over and started rummaging through it. Her legs canted outwards, giving me an almost unobstructed view of them from the top of her thighs all the way down to her ratty tennis shoes.Her bending down was killing me inside. The back of her skirt has risen up as she practically buried herself in the backpack. I wished she had chosen a seat at a different angle; I was wondering if her behind looked as shapely as it did from the. “Good.”“What should I do?” I asked. That was a legitimate question, one that could be asked on many levels.“Just be aware she’s in pain. You don’t have to say anything. Just be nice.”“I can do that.”“Do you know any nice boys you could introduce her to?”“I don’t think that’s how it works these days,” I said, trying not to smile.“I suppose not,” she sighed.Hannah straggled into the kitchen. She looked rough. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was straight but obviously hadn’t been. I swear I was nearly in her throat !!! Hissing, she growled at me to fuck her like that as that's how she likes it in her. We fucked for what seemed an age in hard full fucks which of course was amazing. Getting brave, I lifted my foot onto the chair and tipped the angle slightly so our pelvises got closer. This resulted in me fucking her deeper. She reciprocated by slamming backwards into my groin. It know was a battle in who was fucking who !! Sarah was wet and tight, her little arse bulging.