I feel my hands touching me but my head tells me they are your hands. Your words tell me that your fingers are soaked, that you will pull them out and...bring them to your lips. I taste what you desire, are you tasting what I desire as well? I imagine our lips meeting as our hands move back down each other’s bodies. Tasting me on your lips right now would push me to the edge. My hand grips you tight, moving up and down. The edge of my finger and thumb feel the drips, how I wish I could lick. He pulled out and also had no trouble going balls-deep into Lucy's ass. He kept alternating holes while putting hickies on Lucy's neck and upper breasts. "You're so beautiful, and I love you so much! I've always loved the way you fuck back! It was so exciting watching you fuck your co-workers! And your father!! Oh, God, what a slut I married! Fucking your own father!"Lucy was having orgasms again. Tom loved her. He wasn't going to divorce her. He liked her being a slut. He really liked her. She didn’t mean it truthfully, yet. Even more surprising, Donovan kept up with the hospital bills, even going so far as to find specialists and change her hospital room, to a larger, more comfortable single suite. It was what he had promised, and more. Joey went back inside when she rounded the corner. As such, he didn’t hear her cry of shock as she came face to face with a man from her past. ‘You!’ ‘Bon soir, mon cher,’ The small, pale man murmured, stepping closer. She stepped back quickly,. Rachael went into her bathroom and looked at the towel’s neatly folded on the bathroom she looked in the cupboard under the sink and taken out some shower gel shampoo and conditioner. She got into the shower and started to was her hair, she then started to soap her body up and down, she started to rub the shower gel on her firm body, her hands started to caress her breasts, her nipples were rock hard she was getting so turned on at the thought of the show but couldn’t understand why. Maybe it.