“Fuck…!” she moaned.I sneakily introduced my index finger to my finger-fucking play and she offered zero objections. In fact, Annie parted her l...gs a bit wider to accommodate me. Once my index and middle fingers were reaching the very deepest point inside her, I raised my thumb just enough to make contact with her clit. The scene was now so well-lit that I wished I had the capacity to resume taking photos of everything I was looking at. Annie’s naked body was flawless. Watching her tits jump. She was talking about the now massive bulge in my crotch. With that she moved closer. I should have stopped her, but my body didn’t want her to stop. It was definitely body over mind. Her cold hand moved into my shorts while our lips pressed together. Our tongues explored each others mouths as her hand fumbled about . My hand started slowly rising up her leg, her skin was the softest I have ever felt, I reached the top and slid my fingers inside her panties she was soaking wet. As a slid my. The door closed behind us and she turned to me. No talk, no words were needed. I took her in my arms and we melted together as if we had done this a hundred times. I walked her backwards to the edge of the bed. There I peeled her dress down to her hips and worked my magic fingers to unhook her six hook bra. She had my shirt open and off my shoulders her bare tits met my bare chest and all hell broke loose in room 113.I up ended her in the bed pulling her dress off leaving her in only thin silky. Mark came back to the bedroom and Cynthia closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep. “See you soon, baby,” Mark whispered and his lips touched her hair. She heard him walk down the stairs into the kitchen. The noises told her that he was making some coffee (and he always made extra for her). In the meantime he would take his other stuff, open the curtains and let their dog out in the backyard. After that, he would fill up his to-go cup, get in his car and drive to work. Cynthia sighed.