My fingers are still gripped into your hair as I grind my pussy on your face. My breathing slows down and you pull your face away. ‘I hope you don�...t think your done, you still have a lot of work to do.’ I tell you to lay down on your back on the floor, I then lower myself on to your face. Lick it. I know how much you want it. You bring your hand up and put two fingers into me, god this feels so good. You lick my pussy like a good little toy, I’m moaning and covering your face in my cum. I. 'Why do you want to know that', I asked him huskily, my throat was tight, even my nipples were hardening to his overtly sexual manner and as I was not wearing a brassiere, each time they brushed against the silkiness of my blouse, the static was driving me wild and made me shift even more, much to his amusement.Part of my discomfiture was down to my panties having worked their way into my crotch, like a 'wedgie', moving incessantly across my swelling clitoris as I moved, or by rocking my. Part of him was worried that she would never understand how deeply he loved her curvy ass.One morning as he got ready for work he noticed his wife looking herself over in the mirror paying close attention to her ass. Off the side he couldn't help but admire it but quickly pretended to do something else when she turned around.Heading down stares he poured himself when he heard his wife calling him. Setting the box of cereal on the table he put the milk back in the fridge and headed up to their. “I can’t believe it, I honestly can’t believe it. We did the Bohemian Club job twelve years ago, you had to have been just a kid back then!” “I was sixteen, but yes. But I’ve stopped skulking around the Internet like a conspiracy theorist, I’ve moved onto bigger things, as you can see.” Jenny stood by silently with a smile on her face, finally able to watch him socialize with someone else. “You have got to be kidding! You… you’re really in the Illuminati?!” Mike said, quickly lowering his voice.