Jenkins stood beside the table, at the ready, wondering what Gwendoline's widowed mother would think of her if she could only see her darling daughter... now! Just as well, the poor lady was in the South of France with Harriet's Aunt. He had no doubt that the headstrong young Countess would not in any way moderate her behaviour, even if her mother were here!"We're ready for the soup, Jenkins. Try not to spill any on your way over"Both girls cackled hysterically as he went back to the house to. It’s amazing. The first time wasn’t so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of blood, but now she’s an amazing fuck.” Aaron raised his can. “This is the fucking life.” “Second that, bro.” They downed more cans and played more Playstation and at about six took a break to order pizza. Aaron’s Nana had left them a twenty on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slices and washed them down with beer, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation. “Yeah, me too. What you. Men are so predictable.My job was to distract him enough on the drive to his place while Jana gets him to stop his car. She’ll give me a needle of something she says will knock him out for a bit and we can bind his arms and legs in the backseat of his car. I don’t drive so Jana will have to hide her motorcycle in the bushes and drive his car to his place. I hope he doesn’t live like on the third floor with no elevator like we do.Jana’s storyI’ve known Rosa for about a year and have had the hots. Saying this, I just sat down at the edge of the marital bed.I looked at Mike as he walked over and sat beside me; his leg almost pressed against mine. I smiled and turned to face him, leaning in more closely and placing my right hand on his leg. Seconds later, that same hand was lightly squeezing his cock, which had become almost fully erect by that time.I was unable to wrap my hand around its girth while it was still within his trousers. Then I unzipped the fly.Mike raised himself, to make.