He moved his hand around front reaching between my legs touching my pussy, rubbing my clit, then pushed his finger in stopping, holding it, I nodded y...s, I didn't want to go to jail. "Umm nice and wet, you wanted some dick anyway" he said, pumping his finger in me he looked at Sam saying "I was going to run both of you in but she agreed to make a deal, follow me in the car". He stood there working his fingers in me very fast, my hips moved to him "come on" he said taking me to the police car,. By now Carlo had shared the news about Miss Abby’s husband.They ate a delightful meal, the best Consuela had eaten in more than ten years. Abby thanked the cook and led Consuela back to bed. Again they made love, Abby encouraging Consuela to cum after she had only a single orgasm. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.They made love two or three times a day, making up for time lost over the last ten years. Abby didn’t ask what Consuela wanted to do about her body—she didn’t care. She was. There were a number, even a few mom's who were fucking hot Milfs with there k**s who I would fuck in a heartbeat if I had a chance. As the day went on and the more we perved the worse Mark started to sound, coughing and sneezing. By 2 30pm we agreed to go home so that he could rest and take some meds. The afternoon went on and soon we ate dinner and after dinner Mark was soon in bed resting. I had a number of mental images still in my head from the walk on the beach and as I was messaging my. Moments earlier, his wife had called out to him, not to forget to 'Stuff the bird', and he looked at us sitting there, said, 'Right Girls, Watch', and did it.He stared at both of us, as we watched him, our captivated attention on his penis drove him to 'Stuff it', longer than he intended, and gave him a reason to enjoy his liaison with the dead bird, two young girls looking at him, was his reason to orgasm, and as he washed himself at the sink, his sperm cooked at 200C, with an added onion in.