Girls on top Stories

One evening after work, the phone in the hallway rang. As usual, the lady downstairs took the call. She shouted up the staircase, "Hazel, it's for you!" So, Hazel went downstairs and took the call. When she came back, she was ashen-faced. "That was Gift. Otto's father had passed away and they have gone back to Nigeria," she said. "Oh no, how sad. Was she OK?" I asked. "As you can expect, she was very tearful. She didn't s...

I was in a state of shock. Sam, Bill's supposedly staid wife, friends of some fifteen years was sat astride me. She was facing me, a look of lust and pleasure on her face and sinking one very hot, wet, pussy onto my very erect penis. She moaned softly as she took me into her, her dress bunched up and covering our 'joint' situation. The sight of her silhouetted against the bright sunlight of the garden, and the realisation...