Her panties were totally soaked before she even got to the theater, she said. When she entered the darkened room, lit only by the red exit signs and s...ome reflected light from the movie screen, it seemed that I could almost smell her fuck hunger from across the room. In the film being shown, a costumed orgy was taking place; a voluptuous woman built much like S sucked and slobbered on a thick dick. S took a seat not far from the door, crossed her big legs and tried to look nonchalant. She wore. Grammatically perfect, the Academie Francaise would have been delighted. The effect was totally ruined by the execrable English accent. If it was possible to learn something from a book, he could do it. Yet nothing was natural, somehow. All technical excellence but no originality. You can’t learn that from a book, however good. Like his love-making. Always between twenty six and twenty eight minutes of foreplay. She could time him. And always the same pattern. Kisses to start followed by the. I’m getting a lift back later.”“No problem, love you,” he said.“Love you too,” she said, shutting the door then stood on the pavement, waving as she watched him drive away. She waited until he was round the corner, then counted to thirty. When he didn’t reappear she walked past Gemma’s house and went down three adjoining streets until she reached the address CJ had given her. It was a block of expensive apartments and he lived in the top one. She knew he owned a proper house out in the. One blonds lip was split and dried blood cracked with she moved her mouth. More welts then the other two girls covered her body, exactly on her breasts, pussy and ass. Sasha’s pussy started getting wetter and wetter every second she watched, wanting to be one of those girls. Her eyes grew wider as she watched what happened next. The sound of steps behind a closed door, drawing closer and closer to the door had all three girls looking up. The brunette looked eagerly at the door, straining her.