She buried her face in the cushion, stretching her hands above her head and clinching the edge of the daybed. She stopped thrusting her butt and just ...eld it where I had the best position to flick her clit with my finger, keeping my thumb buried in her vaginal canal, applying a steady pressure to the front part. Her cunt muscles clenched and released in increasing rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps, a little whispered moan escaping with each exhale."Yesss!" she hissed. My finger was. ‘Now where is the bedroom?’ John demanded. Jeanette raised one hand and limply pointed over his shoulder at an open doorway. John turned to look and she tightened her legs around his waist or tried to. His body being so close to hers Jeanette was having trouble motivating her muscles to do what she wanted. For some reason he was having an acute effect on her, she could barely move! As John strode across the living room Jeanette groaned quietly as each step rubbed her pussy across his hard. “You devious fucking bitch,” shouted the unmistakable Naomi. I turned around to see her in her lion lingerie, storming at me, her arms open. “Thank you.” She hugged and kissed me passionately.“Thank me for what?” I asked.“For this hour with Fred.” She paused and looked at me. “How did you know?”“This whole series was his scheme to get you back. Fred knew you would love the challenge and would do it out of spite.” Naomi smiled and hugged me again. She stepped back to look at my lingerie.“How did. I grunted as my second shot spilled out of her pussy and on to the Army-issued wool blanket covering my bed. We rolled across the bed several times. She was back on top again. I ended up inspecting her pussy, and as I did, she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. There was no way, or so I thought, she’d get a second bell ring out of me, but dammit, she did. Within minutes, I was rock hard and she wasn’t giving up. “I’m going to cum,” I warned. She didn’t stop. “I’m going to cum in.