"Don't be sorry, Lord Tenchi!" She whispered sweetly, though there was the faintest edge to her voice. "Just please, shut up!"Beaming at his nonplused...reaction, Ayeka then handed carefully Tenchi the jacket she'd been working on. Standing again, it took only a moment, once he had pushed his arms through its sleeves. He stood, turning for her inspection."I like it." He stated simply, it was true! On a base color of midnight blue, the embroidery stood sharply. Amazingly intricate design work on. I slid my forefinger inside her. God, she was SO wet! So I thought that one finger wasn’t enough at all, I pushed in a second. She moaned loudly, squirming above me. “Please mum, PLEASE mum! I need to cum!”“Oh no, baby, you don’t need to cum,” I corrected her. “You just WANT to cum! Isn’t that right?”“No mommy, I really NEED to cum!”I pushed a third finger into her cunt…quite tight now, even as wet as she was. She moaned loudly. I began to fuck her with the three fingers of one hand and. It goes on. When I was finished and everything was satisfactory with Mrs. Richards I knocked on the neighbor’s door to see if I could offer my services and fix up her lawn also.To my shock the woman who answered the door was wearing only a thin off whit nighty that came down just past her bare crotch. My jaw dropped and I couldn’t help but stare as I had never had that much of a woman’s body exposed to me. She was about five one, the same height as me at the time and very slim with small A cup. " Your ordeal in particular, Paula -- the hospital in the Antilles ... the ether anesthesia ... not many share your experience. You should wear yours with pride."We walked a bit further. "Do you know what you've done?" What have I done?" I've been regarding it as a blemish; and you've shown me it's a thing of beauty."We reached my building. I opened the front door with my key and we trudged up three flights to my place. I took Paula's coat and she blew on her hands to warm them."I'll turn up.
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