Then, it was back to work, and after the bank closed, I drove straight home. Casey was already home from school, and we cooked dinner together, and at...e it, then watched some TV, just like any other night. We had a few laughs, like we always did, and then it was time for bed. I was sitting on the side of my bed, getting ready to get in, and Casey appeared at my door, dressed in a pale blue silk nightie. It was pretty short, and kind of sexy. “Can I sleep in here with you?” she asked. I. I could see it in her eyes and feel it through our link: it was time to start removing clothes. She pulled up and my shirt was off. I reached down and started fumbling with her skirt, but without seeing what I was doing, I couldn't tell if there was a zipper, a series of buttons or what. She turned around in my arms and let me see what I was doing. Her skirt hit the floor. Her panties were a white thong. I knew she liked having more than just her mouth and pussy filled with my hardening rod and. He knew that he wasn’t going to buy anything, he was just going through the motions. He was doing that a lot more than he would like, lately. That’s why he sought the job he had. There was no going through the motions in it. After Sally’s death five years ago he needed something to dive into. This position was just the ticket, and he was well-qualified, too. There was a voice in the background. At first, he didn’t acknowledge it because he hadn’t expected any strangers to call him by name. When. Fiona, that was the name of the strawberry-blond girl I was fucking. Fiona moaned, sliding my hand up to her breast and wiggling her hips as I fucked her."Mmhh, Master's cock fills good in my twat," Fiona gasped."Guess we did," Mary said. "Geez, I don't remember much of last night. Except, I think I gave Xiu a Brazilian wax using a candle. And that the dirty slut came while I did it."Mary's hand slid down my waist and she squeezed my buttock, then her hand slid down into my buttcrack and she.