She flopped onto the mattress next to me, casually flipping up the girl’s tunic. With one hand, she spread the taut, almost boyish cheeks of the gir...l’s ass, drizzling in the lube with the other.“Come on, Chef,” Marina prompted, slapping the girl’s butt. “She’s not getting any tighter by you choking her with your deek. Plus, your coffee is getting cold.”I laughed, and picked up the girl’s head again, this time pulling away before letting it fall to the mattress. I got up, and, as I did, Marina. I laid on bed fully naked thinking of those magical moments.Then next Monday morning he called me asking for shall we continue fun on today. He invited me into his flat. Initially I hesitated but he convinced me finally I agreed. I wear a red sari with low cut blouse, red skirt pink bra and pink panty. I want to impress him by look so spend so much time to get ready myself.As per our talk I went to place where he is waiting for me. We met there; he just shocked to see my beauty and dressing. " I should have been more careful, sir." "Kneel, and open up"And I did. I pushed myself up on my hands and opened my mouth. His dick slapped my face a good six times before I was fed its tip. I sucked at it. Licking, lathering it up with my tongue. He began to move himself against my mouth, an inch a thrust it went. He fist my hair when I'd come halfway and started thrusting into my mouth earnestly. His hold unforgiving. My breathing became erratic, I held the cage for my balance. His fist. His hair was still mostly dark, but had a lot more silver in it now. Still, he didn't look his fifty years either. A few extra wrinkles here and there, a semi-crooked nose from his time in the service. He'd never have a flat stomach again, but he didn't have a beer-belly either. All in all, Nick was still a reasonably good-looking guy.Nick pulled his dirty tee shirt over his head, walking towards the clothes hamper. He glanced out their bedroom window, and froze.Carol Abbot, their next door.