All those except the first floor had a separate door leading out firstly into a small patio area and beyond that into the garden. Jill and Rob usually... stayed in the master bedroom but as she was on her own she had chosen what was really her favourite room on the ground floor. The gardens were not extensive but very private and a locked gate from the car parking area provided a good level of security. The agent turned out to be a lady who, luckily for Jill, was an expat who spoke fluent English. I also started to grow out my own hair so I would not always have to depend on wigs. I gladly obliged because I really wanted to be a slutty woman.He also told me that if I wanted to be a true slut, I was going to have to start taking dicks in the ass. But he told me I needed to be prepped for that so it would feel good and not hurt. So he told me for the next month I needed to massage and finger my asshole with olive oil to make it more pliable and to get used to penetration. When I first. You are whispering with moans “oooohhh aahhhhh ittss fffiinnne I lliikke ittt vveerryy mmuucchhh. My attention is drawn to your ass. It is big and muscular. I started playing with your ass and you are saying, “if you love my ass so much, you can fuck my ass.” It is so exciting to hear those words. “I am saying:”Let’s do it”. Your hands are wrapping around the hardness of my cock, you are working on my cock. Her lips are tightly clasping the root of my throbbing cock. You are throwing your hands. "Yeah, I heard its wings as it went by, and I heard it squeak," Brenda said.Fred looked around at the women. "No. Not its wings; not its little squeak, either. I heard the fucking bat. Fuck, I guess its sonar. I heard the fucking bat, and it was loud. An intermittent high-pitched squeal. I can still hear him, or her or it, or whatever the fuck sex it is. I can hear it right now," he finished, trying to look high into the darkened trees about the picnic table.Jessica stared at her mate. "I don't.