His broad smile showed that he was obviously pleased to see me as I handed over the envelope. "I'll close up now, Tim, and we'll go through to the bac...k parlor." His after-shave smelled remarkably like an expensive French perfume my mother sometimes wore.The shop's back room was cozy and warm. "Take your jacket off, why don't you?" my uncle invited. "How about a nice glass of sherry?"Without waiting for my response, he poured us two generous measures from a cut glass decanter from the sideboard.. He pulled back from her and yanked it over his head as her eyes widened. Dark hair matted his chest and ran down and disappeared into the waistline of his jeans. ‘Oh God, a hairy chest!’ She moaned as she reached out to touch him.. ‘You don’t like?’ he asked, almost hurt. ‘No, I love!’ She replied as she slid her fingers thru the hair on his chest. ‘My one weakness.’ She loved the feel of his hair running between her fingers. She couldn’t wait to feel her nipples rubbing against it. ‘You’ve. ‘Hi, are you on for sex tonight?’ Fiona asked merrily. Rick gaped. Fiona stood straight on to him, both hands out wide holding drinks. She was naked and very closely cropped. ‘Goudfreeinnk’ ‘Excuse me?’ Rick swallowed. ‘I-I think I was t-trying to say good evening. I was bedazzled.’ ‘Oooh, bedazzled eh? Then it’s not going to take much to get you off. Here hold the drinks and push your legs out wide and I’ll slide between then. That’s my face flannel you have around your dick.’ ‘F-f-for. He pounds her cervix over and over, getting it bruised and forcefully expanding the depth of her vagina. Then the light flickered on, and a voice yelled out. “hello?” “I heard someone yell. Is everything alright?” Milkshake was still thrusting, trying to go deeper. Jenna was terrified. She did not want to get caught. It would be way too embarrassing for her. If only there was a way to get him deeper so he would stop moving! She thought, maybe if I get it past my cervix, it’ll be enough. But how.