” With that I moved back between her open thighs, but this time I was up on my knees. My cock was hard, swollen and straining as I placed her ankles... on my shoulders and aligned my cock head with the swollen opening of her pussy lips. “This what you call relaxing?” Gracie gasped as I slid my cock forward and pushed open her pussy lips. Her canal was soaking wet and felt tight around my cock. Gracie opened her mouth wide and sucked air as I went deeper into her. When I was (literally) balls deep. It was beautifully decorated, expensively furnished and spotlessly clean and tidy.We were actually welcomed; Mr and Mrs Metcalfe knew their obligations to a guest, even one they would have preferred not to have been there. We were shown to the rear living room and invited to sit, which we did, Helen ensuring we were together on the plush sofa.All the furnishing and fittings were designed to make one feel comfortable and cosseted. The carpet was an Axminster with a traditional pattern of what I. I started to run my hand between her legs and felt her short picky pubic hairs brushing my hand. I was also running my finger over her crack as she started to get wet. I told her to take her shorts and her panties off... which she did.I laid down on the floor facing up.Amy Jo then got on top of my and sat on my face with her knees on the floor and her thighs at the sides of my head. (close up pic of Amy Jo's soft thighs below)Amy Jo's vagina was on my face and starting to get wet. She started. And then watching her naked figure in front of the mirror. Man, when I peeped on her, she was too hot and I had a hardon. With all this happening I was getting suspicious on where is she working. I decided to go and check on her. That night she left wearing her see-through saree.And looking at her she simply looked like a slut. After she left I quietly followed her auto. She went to a destination, got down from the auto and got into a car. I followed the car, it took me to a bungalow type of.