And I'd probably need to tell him about the urges that I feel between my legs. I'd also want to tell him that I'm very unhappy at the moment....You se...e, I've been telling my Mum and Dad that I've been going to the college library, when I've been going on a hot date with a spare pair of panties hidden in my bag. And I've been telling all my friends that I'm really happy with Ed, but often needing to see Carlo afterwards in my disappointment with my "lover".You'll know, of course, that I had. Knowing that he was a witness only inspired her to suck harder and deeper. One glance to the back door told her that her young housekeeper also had eyes on them, peeking through a curtain pulled from the corner of the door glass.The recently hired, sexy Scandinavian blond was getting an eyeful. Estelle smiled at the image of her maid bent at the waist in that ridiculously brief maid's uniform she made her wear, her big tits hanging out, her long legs showing clear up to her shaved naked twat,. Sweat pouring from the tanned man’s brow in rivulets down his face onto his chest, at times dribbling over his nipples and falling into a pool on the pale man’s lower back where his muscles had formed a hollow. Fast and furiously the man above had quickened his pace even more, almost vehement-like, fighting his way into his partner’s body with this tunnelling full bl**ded bone, all the while that man below taking that whole fabulously throbbing phallus alike the most perfect whore. A groan. He gently rinsed her hair. Then, starting at her bangs, his hands worked their way to the nape of her neck, gently flattening her hair as they slid down its length. This was the only time he ever came close to pulling her hair, when he squeezed the moisture out of it. Pouring a generous amount of conditioner into his hands, he worked into her hair before pulling her to rest against his chest for a few moments. After rinsing it, he squeezed the last of the moisture out. His strong hands were.