“Well never mind now, its back,” said Sharon. “But she’ll have to wait as it's Sunday tomorrow.”Christine suddenly thought she was due to me...et a friend in Buckinghamshire tomorrow for a barbecue. “Sharon, I will be in Buckinghamshire tomorrow. Perhaps I could deliver it if you can tell me where this woman lives,” said Christine.“Mmmmm. I am not sure that’s proper but I will ring her and see what she says,” said Sharon, before she disappeared off in to her back office.After five minutes, Sharon. Its thick head makes contact, fitting snug between her lips, bumping her clit as he moves it to down to her fuckhole. Then he puts both hands either side of her head, bearing down on her. His blue eyes stare at her with a swirling mix of love and horniness, as with a slow push of his hips, he takes her. Its effortless to push inside her, the soaking cunt all too ready to accept hard dick. Her wetness glistens over her thighs and on her pussy, collecting in her sparse hairs and glittering in the. I am 5 feet 7 inches tall, weigh 122 pounds and have shinny black hair that runs down my back. My bust is a 34C. Why do I tell you these personal details? Well something happened last weekend and I need to tell someone and I have picked you.Elizabeth had called me during the week and told me she was going to be out of town with some girlfriends over the weekend and wanted to know if I could come by her duplex and feed the cats. I agreed and on Saturday around one o'clock I grabbed some cat nip. It was the first time she had heard from him in five days and had hoped that he would have decided not to do anything. Perhaps he has changed his mind, was all she could think of since that night, though, she knew it was not true. That would just not be like Martin at all and was just too much to pray for."Shall we start with coffee again," he said with a cocky grin, his words a directive more than a question."I don't have the time, Martin. I have to pick Greg up at the office," she lied,.