She bucked so hard on me. Her juices squirted into my mouth. She moaned about my dick. Her body squirmed, her asshole writhing about my finger. I lapp...d up her juices, savoring them.Her finger pumped so fast in and out of my pussy as she came. She sucked so hard. I loved it. I pushed my finger deeper and deeper into her asshole, savoring the velvety grip while my tongue flailed through her pussy folds.“Keily,” I moaned, her sucking bringing me closer and closer to erupting. “I’m going to cum. The person there was discussing a new tropical storm that had turned north.Tropical Storm Horace had been slow to develop. It had run a southerly course to our hemisphere and then had run northwesterly above South American without gaining or losing strength. It was working through the Caribbean and now entering the Gulf between Mexico's Yucatan and Cuba turning more northward. The weather person was stating that it appeared to be growing in intensity but that more would be known tomorrow. She. The alcohol that had been consumed and the emotions that had been generated when Bob left Rachel’s house had been too much for Karen. As soon as she removed her high heels and lay on the bed, she knew that she wanted sleep, even more than she wanted Rachel. “Rachel, please do not be hurt, but what I would really like right now is for us to take off our clothes, get under the covers and just hold each other. If something happens, that would be fantastic. However, I really think I need some. Pleasure is paramount, their own and that of their partners' (57 per cent). But that quest for har**ore sexuality is squashing intimacy and romance faster than bedbugs.There she is, fragrant on bath salts, waiting for him to look up and notice her in her lacy camisole. And there he is, sprawled on the bed, flipping channels languidly, spoilt for choice between cricket and pole dancing on the telly. He finally looks up, yawns and reaches out for her. She looks disgusted and hisses at him,.