I’ll talk to her about it in the morning.” End of Part 1 Before we begin: I am not going to describe in narcissistic detail what I look like, the size of my breasts, the colour and/or length of my hair, and all the other rubbish that the usual so-called “erotica” online is usually filled with. You can imagine whatever you want from these basic details: I’m in my late thirties, moderately plump, and of medium height. I am single, bisexual, of mixed race, have a college degree, and work as an office manager. I love reading, goldfish, hard rock, and walking in the mountains. That’s all you need to know; my country, city, politics, bank balance, phone number, bra size, and other details are of no consequence and none of your business. Right. Shall we begin? As I said, I’m single; I’m single by choice, because I can only tolerate people in small doses, and I’ve enough of them in the office without having to share my personal life with them as well. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have sexual needs; I have those, all right. In fact, I have a fairly strong sex drive, which I’ll be the first to admit sits oddly with my general misanthropy. However, after all the stress of work, I don’t usually have the inclination or energy to go looking for someone to sleep with. Not on working days, anyway. My favourite time of day is the late evening. I drive home from work – I live in a fifth storey flat in a residential building – asian park in the downstairs car parking, blowjob where like all the residents I have a reserved place – and take the lift up to my flat. As soon as I’m inside, almost before I lock the door behind me, I take off my shoes, sighing with relief at having them off my feet after nine or ten hours. I start stripping off my clothes, piling them on the nearest chair as I get naked. I’m not a slob; I’ll put them away later. I just need to get showered before I do anything else. Later, after I’m clean, I change into my favourite evening wear, an japan oversized T shirt without a bra and loose shorts, without panties except when I’m menstruating. Unlike the usual women in erotica, I’m a real person, so, yes, I do bleed from my vagina Hardcore every month, strange as it may seem to some people. I feed the goldfish (they’re Shubunkins, in case you want to know, and, no, I do not keep them in a bowl. I have a large moulded aquarium with an inbuilt top filter, a tank heater and thermometer). I’m not much of a cook, and since I usually only ever cook for myself I don’t see the point of attempting anything fancy, so I make whatever I want and eat it directly in the kitchen, right out of the frying pan. And then, after washing up, the evening’s mine, to rest and do whatever else I want to do. Can you understand now why evenings are my favourite part of the day? I don’t watch television. In fact I don’t even have a television any longer. I got rid of it long ago on the grounds that I have better things to do with my mind than jam it full of consumerist propaganda tailored to the lowest common denominator. Instead, I usually read – a real book, paper and print; believe it or not, they still exist – until I’m ready for bed. I said to bed. Not necessarily to sleep. I have slept naked, from my college days. This was a habit that was inadvertently instilled in me by my mum, who was a control freak and attempted to regulate every bit of my life. She wore nightdresses that reminded me of Mother Hubbard gowns, and insisted on my doing the same while I was still living at home, until I had become so totally used to them that I thought that they were in the normal manner of things. Then I went to college, where I had a room in the student dormitory. And, of course, I japanese had a roommate. But I need to sort some things in my own head out before japan I commit.” I nodded and smiled in agreement. Wow! Sara bucks and shakes as she grinds against Amanda's face. It wasn't a quick “Thank you” kiss. He said putting his hand on my lap as he drove. I referred to the picture in WhatsApp and asked her if that was the group and she responded saying yes and described briefly about their background and how rich they and their husbands were. Then, to my pleasant japanese surprise, I saw her hands reaching her back and unhook the bras. Thankfully, there were still scattered groups of what Hardcore she thought of as convention people coming and going, or she would have been too scared to make the trip by herself after dark. My pussy juices flooded Yumiko's blowjob mouth. For most of the ride, I couldn't help but bashfully watch her backside, getting glimpses of her bright red lace panties. “you deserve this” I whispered softly in Harry’s ear I wrenched my asian mouth away, snarling, “Stop it!” Dominion hadn’t yet exposed himself to the world, so he was keeping his minion hidden as well. I bit my lip restraining a soft coo feeling the growing thickness of his cock push up against my stomach, his grip keeping his manhood pressed downwards on my body. He looked back and forth between the trio, who watched him carefully, waiting for him to speak.