She was a hot, active, squealing woman in bed, if she was rested, which is sometimes difficult since she has two kids and a job. More importantly, she...was a warm, loving woman who really cared a lot for me. I cared equally for her, a fact she questioned sometimes although it was very true.Last night had been magnificent as it is so often with Mary. Some women moan, some scream. Mary squeaks: tight little sounds emitted in the rhythm of our fucking. Then, after she floated in her afterglow, I. Once Carl was ready we met in the parking lot, I made sure my shoulder tat was clearly visible. Even tho its flowery, if you look at it properly, you can see the BBC princess. Must of been 5 mins of driving when i felt his big hand on thigh, gulp, I was doing this without my s*s. Carl knew I liked European sports, came up with great ice breaker. "so is it the BBC you watch for sports" if you don't get that, bbc English television channel. I just said, no on sky, "oh but surely you like bbc. On the bedroom floor, the man kept driving his tongue into the woman’s pussy, faster and faster. ‘Oh yes,’ the woman cried, ‘oh please, oh yes.’ The man held on to her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. His face was red and sweaty from the strain, but he kept going, flicking his tongue, fucking the woman with it, harder, faster… ‘Aaah,’ she screamed, throwing herself about on the carpet as she came. ‘Aaah!’ The man strengthened his hold on her thighs, his mouth firmly planted on her. She stepped into a tight pencil skirt and put on a mauve satin blouse,tucking the tails of the blouse into the skirt and then zipping the skirtclosed. The skirt had a kick-pleat in the back otherwise it would bealmost impossible to walk. She slipped a pair of black, patent leatherhigh heels on her feet and then adjusted everything looking at herself inthe polished metal wall. She found a bin marked 'accessories' and rootedaround until she found some costume jewellery and a makeup kit. She.