‘hi’ ‘hey’ I walk past without any eye contact and go to the shower. I turn the shower on and start to take my cloths off when you knock. ‘...Yes?’ ‘Morgan can we talk?’ ‘Maybe later.’ ‘Morgan…’ ‘What?’ ‘Please let’s talk.’ I ignore your request to let us talk and lock the door. Getting into the hot shower letting my muscles relax. I feel the shower curtain open and you step in. You are absolutely gorgeous but when I look at you I wanna cry because I can’t believe you hurt me like that. You can. Between the kissing and the humping, Luke was now getting really fucking horny. After all, why not. Here was the most beautiful woman, that he had ever laid eyes on, on top of him and grinding her tight pussy against his stomach. Luke’s eight-inch cock was now fully and painfully erect. Marion had moved one of her hands down and was starting to fiddle with the strings that held his pants up. Normally Luke would have been able to stop her, but between her delicious kisses and her beautiful. The first thing that she put on was the knickers. If these had been cut in cotton, they would have been called grandma knickers. However, the bright red latex seemed to convey certain sexuality so that they looked very promiscuous, despite being so large that they covered her belly button. Wiping off the excess talcum powder, Alison turned her attention to her stockings, which were also made of bright red latex. She sprinkled liberal amounts of talcum powder inside the stockings so that they. But Katie and I had had a few little arguments before I realised what was going on. Once I did that, I usually managed to defuse the situation. But I’d learnt a lesson never to trust Christine no matter how pleasant she appeared to be to me.Well now, that just about brings us back up to that infamous weekend. If you remember Katie and Christine were up in the spare room, and I had settled myself in the lounge to watch the box.Around seven-thirty I heard a car horn sound out front of the house.