I love the way you feel inside me."Opening her eyes, Layla looked down, moaning louder, wishing Karly was fingering her. She couldn't stop moving her ...fingers. As she was almost ready to cum, her juices began to flow down her thigh.Layla's chest began to heave in and out, her breath ragged and husky. Almost at her limit, she slipped a second finger inside her, sliding her hips back and forth. Panting, she let out a huge scream most of the building could have heard. As she came, she slid down to. I moaned as he slowly teased his shaft and rubbed my hole with his cock. I started to moan, moving my ass up and down on his cock showing him I liked it. Just then he took it away, I turned to see it twitch and was about to ask him why when he pushed my vibrator deep into me until my opening swallowed it completely. I gave out a moaned mixed with a light scream as I had not expected him to do it. Then he put my g-string back in place and his cock back between my cheeks. Just then he grabbed my. He said he would do that but then askedif wearing an apron was necessary when vacuuming. Most women do, I toldhim, he replied that he wasn't a woman. "Really?" I'd answered.By the time he'd finished it was time for coffee so he was sent off toprepare afternoon tea which I had him serve on the patio. If it made himuncomfortable then it was just too bad. As we sat there I commented onthe roses saying they looked really good and perhaps he should pick andarrange a bunch to replace the ones that. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Your friend drinks before he goes and works air traffic control? Isn’t that dangerous? How hasn’t he gotten fired for doing that?” Her questions came in rapid fire without a gap as she tried to process the implications of a drunk air traffic controller.There was just long enough of a pause before he answered even for the bartender (you know bartenders hear everything going on at the bar in all the conversations) to pause to hear the answer to her questions. No.