Mary always amazed her. She was so polite and demure around men, but once they were gone she was fiery and opinionated, usually getting so wrapped up ...in a conversation she would lean forward and jerk her hands around passionately until she inevitably knocked over some knicknack or piece of china. More than that, she was beautiful – long flowing straw-coloured locks, a bust that looked like it was always about to break her dresses, golden skin that never seemed to have a blemish. Sometimes, in. “Ten. He leaves at about half past nine. We could have a couple of hours before he gets back, then I’ll cook lunch, then Chris would like to watch you make love to me if you don’t mind?”“I won’t come to make love to you, but I’d enjoy fucking you again,” David said to make his attitude completely clear.“But can Chris watch? He’s trying to make it a condition but I want you anyway. We just don’t have to tell him when or where if you don’t want an audience.”“I’ve thought about that and I don’t. You still have one hand on my leg and this time you go ahead and put it right on my crotch. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you can feel your own wetness. You like it, and smile at me. With your left hand you start undoing my pants; one button first and then the zipper. You slide your hand down into my underwear... now you are really feeling me, I am a bit wet too... and I moan.I move myself up a little so you can grab my pants and. ..i walked in the kitchen and there she was, just laying on the breakfast table, all spread out like some porno star. Man she looked so sexy, her sweet hole already glased. So tempting, but my dad's rule, NO SEX!!! My loyalty to my father's law was strong, but not as strong as my need of sexual conquest, and since I havn't felt the warm touch of a woman in a while, this would have to do. I walk over to the table and I can smell the sweet glaze of the dripping hole, I thought to myself that the.