Pitch black outside. They’d been in there a long time. Lucidity was creeping up on him again. When he glanced up his heart seized; there, in the win...dow, in the distance, two glowing red eyes, glaring right through him. Two eyes that saw everything.He wanted to scream, but his voice was shrunken, vacant, useless, gone. I'm going to die, he thought, as fear seized him again. I can't take this. I'm just going to die.And then the lights winked out. Kenneth could breathe again, and he realized what. The water tumbled down between us, cooling and caressing our burning skin. He pushed into me, slowly, and my aching pussy stretched and took him in once more. I kept my eyes locked on his as he began to move in me. The connection between us heated the air and I felt lost and feverish. “I don’t think I can,” I whimpered, pleasure surging and overwhelming my trembling body. “I can’t take it.” “Shhh, let go.” I let him guide me, giving him all my control. He rocked himself inside me, hips. She had fulfilled her lifelong dream of getting a penthouse in Manhattan and I was fulfilling my latest 'when I grow up and I'm rich and famous' fantasy by house-sitting for them while they toured Europe."Now Angela," Mrs J had admonished, a twinkle in her eye. "No parties please. I'm trusting you with this. If I wanted my house trashed I'd have left the keys with Malcolm."Ah, Mal. I'd practically grown up with him, although I rarely saw him these days. Reliable, he was not. He'd be more likely. Long story short, hubby and I were apart at the party when I became attached to this younger man of twenty-five in conversation. He was constantly looking at my assets. He was complementing about my looks. I knew that he wants to have sex with me. So I too wanted to take this opportunity. So I was also encouraging asked him if we could go some where more private. We ended up inside a hallway when he pulled me into a bedroom, locking the door behind us. He instantly dropped to his knees in front.