Quickly turning off the water, I retreated into the end shower stall. When I pulled the curtain, the metal rings sc****d the metal rod so I stopped an...d pushed myself into the corner. The door opened. My hear thudded so loudly I was sure it could be heard across the room. Tilting my head, I caught the mirror and saw a guy in slippers and flannel pajamas standing at the urinal relieving himself. I opened my mouth and tried to breathe. All he had to do was wash his hands and look in the mirror. "How much to you have in me", she asked."Just half", I said.JESUS CHRIST THAT'S ALL", she asked loudly.I continued to fuck her incredibly tight brown hole while it was squeezing my dick so hard I thought she would choke off my blood supply. Our breathing was labored now, mine from working and stimulation and hers from tensed muscles and from her own excitement.Things began to loosen up as I moved in and out of her and she relaxed some more and just when I thought this would be all there is I. " Is that all?" Sarah asked. "If that's what it takes, then I'm all for it. Besides, I trust you more than anyone, including myself, just now." Very well. Let's go to your sanctum and cast another circle. This is not something I care to attempt without every magical protection and ward."~-~"It was a bit different than you said earlier, dear," the ash-blonde said when they'd returned to the spacious kitchen. "You did more than threaten to keep track of him. What you told him, and I quote, was. I even went to one of her fashion shows just to see her parading with other models in her garments. She knew that I didn’t have a mistress, and, as she strutted the catwalk, she looked directly into my eyes and half smiled at me. She was enjoying herself at my expense. In case you’ve got the impression that I’m some sort of perverted stalker, I feel the need to explain this obsession that I have with Adrianna Conover. I am a reasonably successful, but still amateur, Playwright whose works have.