I’ve never stolen anything from any of her temples or one of her high priests (that I’m aware of) but her beady eyes have been squinting at me lat...ly with apparent disfavor! At these major roadside shrines, travelers tend to leave small gifts, usually food or flowers, or a small coin along with a very fervent and devout prayer. I try rather hard not to believe in the gods, largely so that they’ll choose in return not to believe in me, and more or less leave me entirely alone. It doesn’t seem to. A second finger joined the first and she was instantly masturbating herself. In and out her fingers flew. Her head bobbed back and forth in ecstasy. She moaned as if she were alone in her bed.Suddenly a knock on the door snapped her eyes open and froze her hand.“Ms., uhh, your wiper fluid is low, um, do you, uh.... are you ok?” It was the hot gas jockey.Trapped on the precipice of a monster orgasm, Laura didn’t trust her own voice. “Uhhmm?”She starred at the door with both fear and excitement. One particular evening Sarah and I had gone to a public house we rarely went to for drinks with two other couples, wives and their husbands, the wives worked with my wife in the finance office she worked in and had become good friends with her. Jessica Monroe was a few years older, a brassy blonde whose hair style came from a bottle of peroxide, her big breasts seemed to make her want to fall forward all the time though I doubt she ever did as her ample bum seemed to off balance her chest nuts!. .." I've wanted to fuck you for years, Carmen. And now you're mine" I growled as I grabbed her ass and kept hammering into her"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss, I'm yours," Carmen cried as I pumped into her even harder. The couch started to move across the floor as I positioned her legs on my shoulders. I was now treating my best friend's mother like a wanton slut as the the back of her ankles was resting on my shoulders. I looked at my teacher as she was almost bent in two as she got the pounding and.