Here I was in San Francisco, a week after the mystery man had first messaged me. I feel a bit silly calling him mystery man, but that’s what his use...name had been and he made no effort to introduce himself when explaining the details later. I had been booked on a flight which landed at 7pm at SFO, been told that I needed to bring nothing other than a form of identification and my phone if I so desired. Then from the hotel I would take the Bart and get off at a station where someone would meet. John rolled over placing his face into the blankets on her side of the bed and inhaled deeply, he could still smell her essence despite the cool December air. He loved that sleepy smell. Shivering John rolled up on her side of the bed, closest to the bathroom. Opening the door he reached for his robe on the hook and found a hanger instead. He flipped on the light and saw much to his dismay a Santa suit with a note pinned to it. He read it; Honey, Just in case the kids wake up we wouldn't. And they weren't even related, like we are. Then once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those photos again." He gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling over the length of her voluptuous figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded. "It's a deal." Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Now all you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law. Just like I did." When he saw the fright. The last remaining vestige of clothing separated those fingers from her pussy, which was quickly going from damp to wet.“Fuck!” Ivy almost gasped the word, but it was loud enough.Ariel touched her creatively, and rapidly gained insight into how she liked it. Putting that insight to the test was an experiment that sparked brighter arousal in both of them. Ariel ripped Ivy’s panties to the floor with her left hand and let the middle finger of her right slip into her wetness and touch her clit,.
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