Louisa felt no real excitement, only a short flash of pain. And a few red drops - to prove the loss of her virginy in the knickers she wore at the tim...e and kept as a memory, well hidden in a locked box in her chest, together with her teen diaries, from the searching eyes of her too curious, half-Jewish mighty mama. Lousia later showed my her treasure and let me sniff at it. All attiring sexy smelling odeur was gone, if there had been any, as Louisa doesn't remember more excitement than finally. I took a lovely satiny pair panties out of the drawer and pulled them on.I nearly shot as I pulled them up my thighs and over my bulging cock so stiff it was quivering and looked at myself in the mirror -- fantastic! I had to hurry now. I couldn't stay too long or there would be questions at work, but I had to have more! I lay down on the bed and put her pillow between my legs, pretending I was her and loving the feel of her pants tight against my cock and balls, trying not to cum and ...Mrs. My hand reciprocated and I called to her, “Good morning, Ms...!”Olga cut me off immediately in her musical Eastern European tones. “Olga! How many times must I ask you to call me Olga?” I held my hands high defensively, to apologise, and the garden tinkled with her giggle. “And good morning to you!”With that, she spun about and prowled into the house, hypnotising me with her pendulous hips. A last glance in my direction, followed by a wave, and she disappeared inside.My tongue moistened my. "You holding up?" I chuckle at my own pun. "Please…" you moan. "Oh babes, I love it when you beg". The reason for this conversation is a little something only you and me know about. More precisely- it's the butt plug I put inside your asshole this morning. You still can't believe you agreed, but then again you'd agree to just about anything with your dick in my mouth. Pity I didn't let you cum than, isn't it? Teasing you near the edge, slipping in the lovely pink plug, and leaving you all.