“Err…sorry to trouble you,” I began with a rather unconvincing stutter, standing holding an empty bowl, like Oliver Twist, on my neighbour’s d...oorstep. “Would you, by any chance, have any dried pasta?”Barefooted and stocking-less, rangy and unkempt, Madeline was wearing a loosely-fitting floral-print housecoat, which barely covered her breasts. She shook her head. “Hate anything Italian. Have done since World War Two. Good job they strung up Mussolini from a lamp post, that’s all I can say,” she. ” “Oh god please, please kiss me.” Clare squeezed her eyes shut with anticipation. Mark stood and leaned over her, taking her mouth in a hot kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, mimicking what he so badly wanted to do with his cock. Clare turned her head to the side and moaned “No ... kiss me down there, please please.” Mark groaned and went back to his knees. He spread her legs, and blew on her pussy again. “You should be more specific,” he teased. “How was I to know this is what. That need, my pet, was the gateway I used to enter you.” Gail’s right hand reached down and stroked under Cara’s chin slowly tilting her head further up. Cara could see that Gail’s robe was open. It had fallen off her shoulders and held in the inner crease of her elbows. She was nude, barefoot and was close enough for Cara to smell her. Her skin had a sweet aroma, like honeysuckle with traces of lavender, but mixed with the distinct musky smell of lust. Her eyes explored Gail’s body. The. Then we were both relieved when we heard Julie going back downstairs.We then carried on where we had left off until I shot my load in her mothers warm, wet pussy. After a few moments to regain our breath Julies mom carefully opened the bathroom door and we both listened. It was obvious that Julie was downstairs out of sight. Stealthily we crept down the stairs and her mom pointed to the front door. She went into the living room and started talking, loudly, to Julie and I crept to the front.