He knew that the two of them played a dangerous game, but that’s what made it so interesting. ‘Gotta use the toilet,’ he said. ‘You and your ...small fuckin’ bladder,’ John said, glancing towards the bathroom. Rachel had already vanished. ‘Not the bladder. Gotta drop the kids off at the pool.’ He grabbed a newspaper off the coffee table. ‘This could take a while.’ He moved down the hall and into the bathroom where Rachel was waiting. She looked as hot as the first time he had caught her. "Good morning, cher'. How was your journey? I trust it was well?" Simone edged by Mitch before he could protest, making her way to the tiny kitchen and the pitcher of Mimosas that was kept chilled for all the new guests. She placed the pitcher on the sideboard, reaching for a crystal goblet.Mitch was momentarily speechless as this slight woman strode past him as if she owned the place. Weren't southern women supposed to be demure? "Hey! What the... " Mitch stammered as he looked her over,. My life looked at him. She wanted to call him a pervert but realised he was just lonely. She said that was probably not appropriate. Bill apologised for embarrassing her. My wife put him at ease by saying it was a flattering offer, and then to his surprise she asked him about what type of money he was talking about. He said £50 for topless and £100 for fully naked. My wife had been expecting a lot less. Oh, for those sums of money I might have to reconsider. She saw the smile on Bill’s face and. Slowly, Mitch allowed her to fall down to his chest.And he marveled at the wonderful feelings as he calmed down. After afew minutes, he rolled to the side and rolled the small girl off ofhim. As she rolled off of him he felt his still slightly engorged cockslide out of Laynie's tight, wet vagina and sort of slap down on hisleg. Glancing down he saw his long wet cock laying on his leg andsurprisingly it twitched a little and he smiled. Looking over to hisnew little lover, he saw that she had.