K looked beneath her at C sucking A then felt his cock back inside her, she looked down at C’s wet pussy, started to rub the wet labia on offer and ...slowly slid 2 fingers inside the wet folds, she felt C’s reaction as she clamped onto her fingers, she was so wet, K slid in another the reaction was the same, C started to buck her hips and push onto her fingers, K lubed her little finger with the juices flowing from C and slowly eased 4 fingers into her, C’s pussy hungrily swallowed the fingers. The chef lasted less than a month before he fled. So we ate abominably but drank unexpectedly well. Until, that is, Ntombe proposed a toast. “Let us drink,” he said, raising his glass towards me with a smirk, “to the hope that your survey group arrives before the Belgians.” So much for London’s confidential arrangements. Not only were they known to Ntombe, there was a rival operation also on the way. I thought it best not to respond beyond draining my glass with a greater air of insouciance. God he was so gentle and so, so good."Then we showered and dressed and talked, and that's when he told us about his history of rejection, and how even the girls he asked as an afterthought turned him down."And then of course his mum had to come down and pick us up didn't she, Julie. And I'd been so nasty about Justin to her face." Amazingly I saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I didn't know how she could forgive me, but she did, because it was enough for her that Justin had already accepted my. He was slim and athletic with a youthful enthusiasm I rarely saw in anyone else's father. They seem to fixed in these roles of father's, embodying all the cliches that went along with the package. Mom and Dad fucked at least three times a week--sometimes more-- and could be heard throughout most the apartmenr. At the spur of the moment while we were all watching tv they might just get up and disappear into the bedroom. Nicole and I would trade amused glances. It was obvious that he was no.