Connie groaned.He didn't imagine she wanted to be made love to. No, the filthy Filipina whore wanted it rough and uncompromising, no holds barred. And... he was happy to oblige, only too happy. With little regard for her as a person, his feelings comprised lust for her tidy body and revulsion for what she'd said about him and Heather. No foreplay or preamble, he placed his hands beneath her arse and pawed roughly, kneading a pair of strong fingers into the plump flesh and elevating her pussy in. I put one foot up on the side of the bath, spreading my legs to give you a good view, and then I draw the soapy scrunchie over my inner thigh, just letting it tickle my mound at the top. I move both hands down my leg to my ankle, leaning forwards. I’d look you in the eyes, if you were here. I swap legs and give you the same show again, leaning forwards until my breasts touch my knee. This time, as I move back up, I stroke my soapy hand just once over my pussy. I’m swollen and wet, more from. One similar occasion stands out above all others. One of the women had brought round some clothes they were getting rid of, to see if anyone wanted them before she gave them to the charity shop. The next thing that I knew, one of the ladies decided she was going to try everything on for size. I cannot remember her face, but I do remember she wore glasses and had long dark hair and a very full figure. Not caring a jot about the boy on the floor playing with his cars, she unzipped her skirt and. Walked out into the balcony and stood there. See, I said to myself, everything is fine. Everything is normal. There is nothing special about being here. I paced around the balcony for a little bit. Looked around some more. Yup, the whole world outside my window was definitely sound asleep. Hmm, that's that then. I should go inside. I should go inside. Hello? Am i listening to myself? I should go inside.But for some reason I lingered in the balcony. As my mind contemplated the unthinkable, my.