While she preened in the bathroom, dinner arrived with No 2 wearing heels, a tight tee-shirt and baggy tap pants. Ned reached inside the pants, found ...her wet and ready, pulled a leg opening aside and speared her from behind as she leaned on the service cart. Ned thrust his hips and palmed her tee-shirt encased boobs. At the ultimate moment, No 2 reached back, drawing his face down to hers. She tongued his mouth and he watered her insides with his essence. After No 2 was dismissed, Ned found. It seemed her new self,Is anything but prude.She began to curse;In a language she never learned;With the fiery passion;Of a woman spurnedShe tried to think of sports;To forget the pain;Different information;Seemed to fill her brain.She thought about her family;Danny's pedigree;Something had re-rooted;In the family tree.Her name wasn't Danny.It was Catalina;A coy little vixen;A saucy young Latina.She knew how to dance;In ways considered dirty;She knew when she drank;She became quite flirty.When. Karen rested against the desk thinking, then said “oh god yes I wanted you to, I remember a couple of orgasms in quick succession and then everything was a blur, if that’s what going to heaven feels like I can’t wait.”Karen went into her flat, her legs were still wobbly and she had to hold the walls. I tidied up the desk and went and unlocked the door. Karen called me into the flat a couple of minutes later “can you carry these brews my hands are shaking and my legs feel odd” she asked. I. Her fingers dipped between the soft folds of her hairless sex and were instantly coated with her slippery cream. Pulling back up, she felt the firm nub and trapped it between her three fingers and her pelvic bone. Her wrist began to oscillate and gyrate instinctively. The warmth spread through her and the pressure was building. Her eyes opened and she saw it. She didn't want to see it; she tried to will her eyes closed and pretend she hadn't. Becky did manage to get her eyes to shut but it did.