The wives and girlfriends were as much part of the weekend ritual as the guys. Michael’s wife, Helen, was unconventionally attractive – quite masc...uline in her manner and looks, short blond hair and very forthright in her opinions. I liked her. In the office we rarely chatted about women, wives and girlfriends, though I occasionally regaled him with tales of my latest escapades and conquests. He knew I had a preference for short-blonde haired women, as did he – he once told me that the carpet. “You rat!” Helen grumped sleepily, preempting Larissa’s attack with the ease of practice and holding her tight. Nevertheless, she offered her lips for a good-morning kiss.“Gramma Irina says breakfast is ready,” Larissa announced after getting over her giggles.“Can you tell Grandma Irina that Mommy and Daddy will brush their teeth and come?” Danny asked his daughter.Larissa nodded eagerly and climbed off the bed. In her excitement, she didn’t bother to close the bedroom door, but the two lovers. It's in a folder in "My Documents" called "Phone Numbers", under your name, if you need it." Is there a password?" No, just go straight to it, if you need it." I went onto the internet and started browsing for classic cars. I fancied an E-type if I could find one.Eventually Sharon had soaps overload and went to make a cup of tea. I quickly copied her file and e-mailed it to myself at work.Normally I didn't bother checking Sharon's phone bill, it was paid by direct debit. Things were different. The other sheikh had been standing behind me watching the action, but now his hands lifted up my skirt and I felt the end of an enormous cock pressing against my puckered arsehole. With one sudden thrust he forced it all the way in, right up to the hilt. I screamed in agony. I had lubed myself before going out (thank goodness) and I was used to taking big cocks, but this was one of the biggest ever, and I was not prepared for it. He acted without consideration, and his brutal action was a sign.