The problem she found was how to ‘keep going’ so to speak. So when she inherited this block in the early nineties, instead of selling up she tufte...d all the tenants out and began a campaign to find ‘like-minded’ owners. Of course, you don’t do that by going to an estate agent. No, she placed ads in relevant publications and other methods, friends of friends etc."Don’t run away with thinking we’re all sex mad…we’re not. But if you enjoyed making love or whatever turns you on says 3-4 times a week. She came up to me and set her foot right between my legs being carful not to injure anything important. She lifted herself up past me and onto the table behind me. She started humming and dancing over me. I started stroking myself as I watched her. She saw me stroking it for her, she moved closed and sat on the edge of the table so she could watch me and I could have a better view as she started to rub and finger herself. She told me she had never seen a guy masturbate before. I stood up. Meg had entered another world at this point. Her throat was agonising from groaning and crying out and she couldn’t physically feel anything other than an overriding sensation of pleasure that removed every other thought from existence. From a long way away, Meg was aware of a final, tremendous set of thrusts which flattened her to the bed as she took all of Jack’s weight upon her. As Jack thrust one final time and roared in reaction to his climax, Meg’s body somehow found enough energy to. ‘Oh my Goddd Marion!…’ ‘Call me Amber…’ Marion mumbled as she slid further down John’s eager tool. The seated man was squirming with excitement under Marion’s oral onslaught. The nasty blonde was bobbing up and down on his pole with avid enthusiasm. ‘Nahhh!…Ahhh!…God!…Marion!…Amber!…Don’t go so fast…You’re gonna’ make me…Ahhh!…’ John cried. Amber pulled off his gleaming spire with an audible slurp then straightened up between his legs. She reached between the couch cushions and came up with a.