He spreads my legs a little wider coming between them. He runs his head over my pussy; I can feel that I’m soaking the tip of his cock with my sweet... juices. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you till I fill your hot little pussy with my seed?” “Of course, Master. I wouldn’t dream of anything else.” “That’s what I thought. You’re such a good sweet whore.” He takes my hips and begins a soft rocking motion making me feel like I’m on sort of swing. My wrists and ankles pull a. As he placed his gear beside mine sir suggested we share just the one shower to get full benefit of the warm water. As sir stripped I stole a quick look at him. He was about forty, of medium build, with dark curly hair on his chest that spread to a thicker growth around his pubic area. His balls seemed large and heavy in a hanging sac. The pink tip of his knob peeked out from his partially drawn back foreskin, his cock about the same length as mine though thicker and heavier. He let the water. She reached down between them, tugging his suit pants open and reaching in to pull the full length of him out, gasping against his lips as she felt how firm he was under her touch.He grinned against her mouth, his hands still holding her head in place as he kissed her over and over again, his brow furrowing in pleasure as she worked her small hands over the length of his cock. He groaned against her lips as she slipped her hand quickly up and down over the head of him, and moved his hands down. " She replied with a logic that I hadn't really thought about."Well yeah... erh... well, I suppose so. God, you don't think they are do you?" I said, suddenly worrying."Calm down Mary. Of course it's possible but not really very likely is it. Is there anyone in at your house?" No", I replied."Well then, that only leaves one other house that overlooks my garden and they're probably at work and even if not, what is the chance that they spend their day watching me. People have better things to do,.