“But you know I only want Sara. She hisses at me.”“I know. And here she is.” I whisper dejectedly giving the hand I hold to Lisa.“What! What...is happening?” wails Sara.“It’s going to be okay.” I promise.Sara looks back at me with pleading frightened eyes.She tries to break away from the horrid woman shouting: “Why? What’s happening?”Lisa keeps my Sara in a tight grip and pulls her close.“And now . . . it’s time for you to leave my dear.” She croaks.“Please can I stay here? I won’t do. I appreciate that."Lulu squeezed his hand and made her proposition. "Can I tell you what I think would be the icing on the cake?"He knew where she was going, and needy as he was at the moment, he had no intention of stopping her. He ignored the ethical quandary and said, "I have an idea, but why don't you tell me?"She snickered, "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?" I have to. There can't be any question in my mind." Okay, here it is. From time to time, I'd like to have sex with you. I. Milo took my words literally and pulled his fingers out of me. Before I had time to think about it, he slammed his cock all the way into my dripping wet pussy. I began to scream as my orgasm hit, but Carrie muffled the sounds by pressing her lips tightly to mine. Milo changed our position, placing me on my back, my legs up on his shoulders as he fucked me fast and hard. Milo had gotten better at his time over these past few days, now he could go forever, he had to having two girls to please. As. She worked with a few men who she fantasized about being in bed with her. One in particular stood out. She saw him every day and felt a tingle deep in her pussy when they met or chatted. His name was Jamal. He was very tall; about six feet nine inches. His tanned body was long and lean. His hands were large with long fingers. At the firm's summer outing, Rebecca ogled his body. His shoulders and arms were those of a swimmer strong and chiseled. His waist was narrow with firmly formed abs. His.