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boxers. “Don't pull them up,” she said.
                  I gulped, and nodded as her foot travelled higher between my legs.
                  “What did you wank over me doing?” Her nightdress rode higher on her legs.
                  I felt my body slowly sink into the sofa. “I relived last night.” My eyes were on full observation, focused on the gap between her legs and hoping for the merest glance of her pussy. “All of it.”
                  Her toes tussled with my todger. Jill's grin was widening. “Good.”
                  “Until I came.”
                  Her big toe pressed on the fullest part of my cock, pushing it between my hairy thighs into the sofa. “What did you cum to, Matt?”
                  “All the vile, disgusting things you wanted from Sean.”
                  She closed her eyes. Her nostrils whistled through a sharp intake of her breath. She paused. Then exhaled. “I was a filthy bitch with you last night,” she said, then looked down upon me, her eyes scrutinizing my naked form from the waist down. “I may have exaggerated some things.”
                  A wave of relief wrestled my thoughts away from my disappointments. She hadn't been quite the slut I had feared. I had thought. I had – and perhaps still – fantasised she had been.
                  “I may have exaggerated.”
                  My penis almost inverted beneath her, shrivelling under her debasement.
                  “I may just be telling you that so you don't get angry with me.”
                  My cock stirred under her footing.
                  “Ba-by,” she teased, failing to miss the fact.
     
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    Jill was lying back on a three-seater recliner in the conservatory when I brought her her first cup of tea of the morning. Her blonde hair was dishevelled, yet cascaded beautifully over her neck and shoulders to my dressing gown. Her face was pure, washed of mascara. A strap of her nightdress had fallen, revealing more of her sensational, perfect skin. Her nipples pushed against the material. Her legs were crossed, the satin stopping halfway down her thighs. Her knees were red, perhaps marked from the scrapes of the coffee table from the night before. Her feet bare and cold to my touch.
                  “Thank you, baby,” Jill said, taking the cup and looking ahead to the Christmas tree on the other side of the room.
                  “You should put socks on,” I began, sitting next to her and massaging her toes. “You'll catch your death in here.”
                  “I'll be fine, Matt. I put the central heating on as I passed. This room should heat up in no time.”
                  I did not share Jill's confidence in a waning from the onslaught of the winter weather.
                  She broke a foot free and fondled my cock through my boxers, finding a path inside the opening at the front.
                  “Jill...” My tone was wavering, at one second seeking composure and the following conceding to her lust. “Mmmmmm. That feels good, sweetheart.”
                  She sipped her tea, smiled and uncrossed her legs, delicately parting her knees.
                  I could see a hint of her pussy in the darkness under her nightdress. “Jill, you're not making this easy.”
                  The underside of her big toe pushed my cock back from my balls, encouraging it to stand to attention. “I haven't the slightest inkling of what you're talking about, Matt.”
                  I sighed, grinning against my own wishes. “We need to talk, Jill.”
                  Her foot was rubbing my cock to a full erection. “All I want to hear is how long it took you to cum when you