Kara Jackson

of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul. True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the course of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to having a good relationship with the owner of the place after all, when as she wandered out onto the veranda she found Robert. Entirely predictable, he was dressed casually, cognac snifter in one hand and a Churchill in the other. He just made her feel good. She couldn’t explain it. Or maybe she was trying to