When we arrived at the cabin we took a couple of minutes to wash the dust and sweat from our hands and faces and then Matt asked, "OK, what would you ...like to do now?"I could see the way Matt was looking at me and I'll admit I was feeling the same way. The first thought that flashed into my head in answer to his question was that I wanted to fuck. A fraction of a second later I found myself astounded by that thought. I would normally never use such language even to myself. Well, maybe not never.. She fumbled with her fingers, never raised her voice and often looked down. Her complexion was too dark to see if she blushed, but I am certain she often did. Another remarkable thing was the formal and conservative way she dressed. She often wore Chanel-type suits that should have been on elderly Washington politicians' wives and wealthy grannies. Her skirts hardly ever left her knees free, her blouses were wide and buttoned up, her heels seemed either flat or less than an inch in height. And. As the moments passed Nicola’s finger action picked up pace and soon she enjoyed a huge orgasm that left her breathless. It was when she opened her eyes that she got a shock.“Sharifa! What are you doing here? Where’s the boy gone?” asked Nicola, struggling to cover herself.Sharifa, who was dressed in a see through robe and clearly naked underneath simply smiled and sat on the bed. “Well, I heard strange noises coming from your room and I wondered if you were alright,” she answered slyly, “In. At this point I was incredibly happy that I didn’t go as my afternoon was much better than shopping would have made it. I mentioned nothing about what I’d found and acted completely normal around Kathy, Even though I now knew what she got up too in her spare time.“Been up to much since I was out?” Kathy asked,“No not really, just watched TV” I said smiling.“Cool, shopping was shit; I could’ve done with a nice strong lad to help me”“Sorry I didn’t come; I’ve hurt my back a little”“Its okay Hun,.