Once she was done she looked right at me and said “what do you have to drink around here thats really good” and then licked her lips slightly. Her...Mom answered her and as she pretended to listen to her drink choices I reached up in the cabinet and grabbed a regular water glass and then a shot glass and kept it in my palm. While her mom poured her a drink I flashed my palm to her and she smiled. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. She had left her bra hanging on a hook over her clothes. The up side for her was that he had a private suite next to his office, was as horny as Sammie, and called her for a conference four or five times every day. Sammie said after he got some practice with her, he got better at making her cum really hard, so because she was getting laid as much as she wanted, she was a happy girl.He was monogamous, and after he married her, and they moved in together, she got fucked more often than daddy did us, because she didn’t have to share. Samantha and. I'm squirming against your fingers. You're sliding a brutal hand around my breasts, grasping, rubbing. You're pushing the materials of my clothes out of your path, there's no thinking. I get a sharp pleasure from the feel of stretched cloth. I'm at new heights of feverish arousal and I want you to fuck me in the impeding doom of twilight, on the floor of our unlit hallway. I want to feel you moving inside me, when the only sound will be your rasping breath and my mews of ardor. I get my wish.. Then she pulled her knickers to the side, and lowered herself onto my raging cock. But it wasn't a wet pussy sliding around my meat. It was a tight, welcoming dark-star, her arsehole. I slipped up deep into her. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was smooth and slick. She took my first few inches and then she withdrew to my tip, and then drove down again. This time over half my cock was buried in her welcoming hole. In and out she rode me, up and down, driving herself onto my pole, fucking herself.