On the landing he checked the doors finding a spare bedroom, and a box-room before finding the bathroom. Having relieved himself he retrieved his trou...sers, then went to the kitchen to retrieve his holdall, donning jean`s, and a tea shirt rather than the business suit trousers he had travelled in yesterday. He made tea, just for himself, he knew so little about the woman upstairs he had no idea if she drank tea, or coffee in the mornings, outside the back door a garden beckoned, warm sunlight, a. The accommodating girl was on her knees "fluffing up" Harold to a state of readiness and the patient Belinda was waiting with her knees wide open right next to them. She was ready and lubed up for Harold's spunk laden cock to enter her garden of paradise and moments later was not disappointed when he uncoupled from Lenore's slime dripping mouth and entered her like a steam engine hooking up the passenger trains and trailing caboose for a long ride into the uncharted miles of no longer virgin. Her words threw fresh fuel in the fire of his progressively mushrooming list and the thought of her being married to a business mogul like Andrew Bigg, and yet whoring herself to him turned him on even more. Sensing that he was close to climax, Lynda begged him to feed her his cum, “I want to eat your cum darling, every single drop of it. As though acceding to her demand, he pulled his cock from her cunt and pulled her off the desk, turning her and bending her over it. He guided his cock into. "What's going on?" She asked, her blue eyes piercing into my flushed expression. "Two car loads of guys went to your sister's house and..." Can I come in?" I interrupted. "I can explain all but it's not pretty." I felt as though I needed to explain to someone else the heavy burden I was carrying. I needed to tell someone I felt I could trust, but who would give me an honest opinion; that person was Rebecca. I bit my lip as Rebecca invited me into one of the giant lounges that made up her.