Sunday, I had served her breakfast in bed, and arranged to make up for the duck dinner she missed, this time with cherry rosemary sauce instead of ora...ge. Wearing clothes for the first time in a couple days, we sat down to dinner. Eventually, she asked how my “date” with Karen went.“It was nice,” I said, trying to sound neutral. “The duck turned out well. She enjoyed having company. I think you were right, she is lonely with her husband away.”I figured she didn’t need to know my impression. Shane lifted away from her hot kisses not wanting to cumm. He started to swing around underneath her, but she jumped up onto the bed and spread her legs inviting him to explore her depths. He quickly obliged and nestled between gorgeous gams. In one long powerful stroke, he entered her sumptuous pie, his sword buried to the hilt. Monica spread her long legs even further to accommodate him, hooking her ankles together, locking his thrusting body in a tight vice. Shane pummeled her cunt with. She saw me looking at her and said, “I did enjoy that last one, it was wonderful knowing you were putting your semen directly into me.” I took her hand and helped out of the water. We had nothing to dry ourselves with and were thankful for the warm day. We kissed again, only this time we were wet, and the feeling of our wet bodies rubbing together again was awesome. As we kissed softly and passionately, our bodies soon dried with the warmth we were generating, and she could tell I was enjoying. "I need you to redo this report," Fiona barked. "Knight Athletic wants it yesterday and they're just about to walk. Work through your lunch if you have to. But I need it pronto." I'm on it," I told her.As Fiona walked away, my phone rang. Oh my God! It was Matt."Hello?" Shanna, it's Matt," Matt! Hi!" Listen, can you meet me for lunch?" I think I might be able to break away for a few." Nice. Meet me at the little cafe at 48th and 9th." Can't wait to see you!"With that, I hung up.I walked into.