Well no more encouragement is needed, more aggressive thrusts follow, Angela moaning. Fuck there was hunger and lust still lurking there, I reached down and pinched her taut nipples – she let out a shriek of delight. After making the call, I sat in the kitchen, and soon Angela came in wearing a thick woolly dressing gown, saying this is all she could find, her things were still in boxes.I watched intently, I could see she was nervous, her gown held together with a cord hiding that curvaceous body, Angela insisted on making me a cup of coffee and began rustling through the unpacked boxes. Mr Penis hadn’t retreated as yet and was in semi-attack mode, the bulge still present, Angela’s ass swaying about as she moved from box to box. My hands massaged her breasts and nipples, her moans getting louder, she attempted to say “we shouldn’t” so my right hand slid down over her mound to her pussy lips, seeking her clit.
