I thrust in again, groaning at the shock of pleasure through my body. “Yes, you do.”“She does,” Zanyia purred, quivering nearby. “Just fuck ...er little pussy. Get her nice and juicy for our husband.”“Oh, I am,” I moaned. My hands gripped her hips, slamming hard into her pussy. Her boobs bounced and jiggled, my flesh slapping into hers.It felt incredible. Every time I rammed into her, my clit ached and throbbed. Pleasure tingled through me. My ass clenched as I stroked into her. I fucked her so. "Sore, very sore, but OK. I love you"No it didn't seem like she wanted to back out, never even mentioned it.I met with Robert at noon. We did live in the same city, but worked and lived on opposite sides of it, so we only met each other rarely, and never during work hours. We all had been to each other's homes once or twice, but really; we only met during weekends or holidays.Robert had not tried anything with Vicky yet. She had been the least enthusiastic of the group, so he did not want to. Anti ne phir se peet meri oor kar ke apna blouse khool diyaa main powder laga raha thaa aur mera haath unki peet par ghoom raha thaa par kal ke tarah unki bra ke belt muujhe parashan kar rahe the, main ne aunti se kaha ke ye belt beech main aate hain. Is par anti ne apne haath peche kar ke apni bra ke hook khool diye, aur shoulder se api bra nikaal dee aur kahaa ke ab lagao powder. Main ab asani se powder laga raha thaa phir se mere lund taher chuka thaa mujhe acha lag raha thaa anti ke peet ko. There were no IM messages so I assumed they took care of communications verbally. However, I put everything back I her purse and checked our PC for messages. I found she had a secured email file but I knew enough about security to by-pass her protection and found a mother lode of messages between them dating back to the time she started attending the late meetings with him. From these I found that they had been meeting at the Red Roof Inn near the interstate interchange. Some of their.