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‘But what about my daughter if we’re Brunette carrying on?’ ‘It’ll be okay. We can be real discrete.’ I notice that skinny Pauline has inadvertently spread her legs so I can see her white bikini knickers. ‘And even if she does notice something I promise I’ll look after her. She’ll be totally fine.’ I sense that the tip of my cock is wet and stop the massage so I can pour us another vodka. Yvonne stands to face me, her cheeks flushed as she glances at the lump cumshot in my shorts. ‘Look, why don’t you wait in the garden while I get changed. I’ll tell Pauline that I’ve got a guest so she won’t shit herself if she hears your voice.’ We step outside into a small fenced garden that is not overlooked. There’s some garden furniture and a barbecue in a lawned area, and I sit down on a metal chair. Yvonne leaves me with the vodka and goes back in to have a word with Pauline and get ready for me. I light another cigarette and lower my shorts so they are round my ankles. My cock looks like a weapon fashioned from graphite, veins thick and proud, foreskin drawn back revealing a glistening head. The vodka is making me feel warm and uninhibited and I play with the underside of the tip like it’s a gigantic clitoris. Expecting that Yvonne will be tarting herself up for a while I load some porn onto my phone and smile as I watch some randy boy anally raping his Hardcore auntie while her reality husband wanks in a corner. Moments like this make my life tolerable. I am careful not to over stimulate my erection but can’t help spitting on my palm and stroking the shaft. And then I start to panic when I hear a female voice behind me. ‘Alright mister. You here to sought my mummy out?’ I lick my way down to her shoulders causing her to emit a low moan. I could see reality his chest rise as his lungs breathed in long and hard, trying to push down against what was rising. He felt the tip of his dick bounce against the lips of her sopping-wet recently-licked twat. Probably never would. The barren foliage and sticks acted like rebar in a cumshot reinforced concrete retaining wall. I reached up and pulled my skinny panties down and off. “But you think those things about the Brunette good-looking ones?” “Guilty.” I leaned in. “Bet you never thought to meet a celebrity, eh? Or them. "Our house is small… but you can always stay with us if you need to," Chloe added. He groaned as I massaged his dick with my juicy pussy, my clit aching and throbbing at the feel of the friction. The brunette's mouth opened in outraged realization. But Hardcore my sexual conquests were only just beginning.