Joe was pounding himself in and out of Ellie; he had moved his hands down to her feet where he gripped her high-heels and rode her like a sleigh. Elli... was a lovely sight to behold with her black chiffon dross rucked up around her waist, her gossamer taupe stockings clipped to her white satin suspenders and her matching satin panties, the gusset eased aside to allow Joe access to her arse. Her pretty face was buried in the fat cop's lap, sucking his engorged manhood and she bucked back and. But even worse than red carpet events is the godawful plebs who accost you in the street. Now I know that life as a saddo is a pretty dreary affair and that actually spotting an honest-to-God, bona fide, super-celebrity such as myself is a cause of instantaneous trouser spunkies, soggy knickering, and all loss of bladder control, but this slice of Banoffee Pie isn't just going to eat itself and your not going to improve its flavour or my enjoyment of it by rubbing your cheek against mine and. . who are you?" My name's Vincent Costello. Call me Vinnie." Vinnie, I'm thirty-three. My husband's sixty-three. There's a great deal of difference in our ages and our libidos." You knew that eleven years ago when you married him. Nothing's changed." Yes, it has. My libido has grown and his has shrunk." That's no excuse for adultery. Your husband loves you and treats you like a queen." I've had one affair. That doesn't make me a slut. My God, don't you have a desire for sex sometimes?"I sighed. She looked up and saw Brad and Michelle walking down the hall. Arms around each other. Brad’s hand slowly started to slid down her back until it was right on her ass. He gave it a little squeeze, and then rubbed his hand up and down, and finally grabbed it nice and hard. They looked around and then opened a door down the hall and went in. Nicole couldn’t help it… she had to follow… she had to see more of Michelle. She walked down the hall and looked in the window of the room that Michelle had.