Suddenly, just as I was about to shift into reverse to back out, the brunette came to my passenger side window."Hey," she began, "I'm sorry to bother ...you, but would you mind giving us a ride? We want to go to Coney Island."I really didn't feel like driving all the way down there, so I decided to be a jerk. "Depends," I said. "What would you do for me?"The brunette caught on right away. I swear, American girls nowadays are just so naturally slutty, you hardly have to do any work. "We can. But do come in. Let me take your coats."They entered the main room and Hannah came running over from the kitchen area. "Stacey, Eleanor! Welcome. Don't you look gorgeous?" Hi Hannah, don't you!" Stacey replied. "And what a fabulous place you have!" Yes," Hannah agreed. "George is much too good to me." I've never been in this part of town before," Eleanor said. "I didn't even know this street existed." Well, it does," Hannah said. "And I defy anyone to find a nicer place to live in London."She. Did she fall to her knees and lap her way up his thickly haired inner-thighs; her hands cupping his clenched muscular buttocks; teasing at his flesh as he moaned his desire into that sterile, utilitarian office space? Did she suck those heated bollocks into her soaked mouth; ruining her perfect lipstick as she suckled hungrily on their soft squishy forms; hand stroking its way between his tight arse cheeks; brightly varnished nail teasing at his anus as his hips started to thrust and his. What Jean? What was it? He urged her. You have no idea how I needed that, She said at last, but it was so wrong. Did it feel wrong? He asked, knowing what her body had told him. It felt wonderful. She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked. She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him. How was it wrong? He.