Once I had flashed him everything I could, I stepped up to him and straddled one of his legs as he leaned back against the desk. Mark got the hint and... took hold of both sides of the coat, peeling it off my shoulders slowly and opening it fully to see me in my entirety. As my overcoat fell to the floor behind me, I squatted down, straddling Mark's leg like a pole-dancer in a strip club. I looked up at him and smiled as my hands ran up his thigh to the now very large bulge his cock was making in. If you say things loud enough and long enough then people'll believe it. Y'know the Froggies are always sayin' that they have a monopoly on culture. Huh, don't know when they translated Shakespeare from the French! And like Germans have square heads. 'Tisn't true, they're more bullet shaped. And Dutchmen wear clogs. Not true at all. Doesn't stop us calling 'em Cloggies 'though. And the French eat anything from under a flat stone that can't get away - well that is true of course.So I thought I'd. I tried to hide it of course, be subtle about it, but I wasn’t doing a great job apparently. One day I went downstairs to give my rent. Front door was open. I called out to mr sharma but no answer. I called again a couple of times but it seemed like nobody was home. I stepped inside a bit to see if anyone was there. Just then mrs sharma emerged from the kitchen. Her eyes were red and her face a little wet. She had been crying.“hello mrs sharma, I brought this month’s rent” I said“uh okay”. She. Travis threw Leahs legs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing her thighs again and shoving himself deep into her cunt, his balls pressed against her ass cheeks. Leah's arms were above her head, grabbing at the green and purple fur of the carpet, her eyes closed, lips letting loose moans of pleasure. His thrusts remained soft and slow, leaning down over her with her legs still on his shoulders, kissing her lips and neck. Leah's hands let go of the carpet, reaching up and grabbing her feet. She.