Sometimes he believed her, sometimes he didn’t. But he always, always, came so hard. That, the memory of him cumming so hard for her, is what’s ...aking her wet now. Not his looks, not the elegant surroundings, not even her gorgeous stockings and little black dress. Now that he’s given up on small talk, he seems in a hurry to get to the hotel. Not that she has a problem with that. The tiramisu is probably not that good, anyway. He takes her in his arms as they stand on the sidewalk waiting. He kissed her lips gently and stroked softly his rough fingers down her body, exciting her bare breasts and almost stopping her breathing when they moved over her panties and pushed between her labia and pressed on her clitoris. A few quick strokes brought her a peak higher than she had ever climbed before, and left her breathless from the rarified air at that altitude and from her pleasure. Then he had slipped her into some oversized sweats, bundled her in the blanket from the bed, and carried. ?Fuck him until you fill his bitch ass with cum, Bianca! Then make himsuck you off until you blow a load in his throat. After that, repeatuntil I tell you to stop.??Thank you, Miss Alice. I will enjoy this task immensely.?Alice began stroking her pussy in slow circles just as Bianca fed hergirthy monster into Richard's yielding pucker. He husband gruntedfiercely and Alice let out a low moan. Her rubbery digits felt so goodaround her clit and the moist ring of her vulva. As her pleasure began. I liked this one best because it had the best Gospel reading. Mom was happy that I had gone to church on Good Friday and Easter. I wasn’t planning on going to communion, but I was sure she was hoping I would change my mind. But there was no chance of that.When we arrived home, I called Birgit to wish her «Glad Påsk» - I had looked that up. She was excited to hear from me. I asked if she had talked to Melanie. She had, but said it would be best if I talked to her on Monday. We told each other we.