For the firsttime in years, he was clean. Why go back to a wasted life?"I'm willing to go for it."The Director nodded. "Very well, Shuster. And you tw...?"Polanski and Gregors had their heads together and were whisperingfuriously. "We got to decide right now?" asked Polanski."Yes."There was more whispering, and the pair turned to the Director, tryingto look innocent. "We'll take it," said Gregors."Say goodbye to your old lives, then," instructed the Director. After adramatic pause, he snapped his. She is smiling at me as she grasps my hard penis and guides it to the soft folds between her legs. She hesitates momentarily as she looks into my eyes, then lowers herself onto my manhood. Her eyes are closed as she raises and lowers herself onto my cock, squeezing her breasts. My hands are on her hips, feeling her body as it moves. The pleasure she is giving me makes me lose all sense of time. We both are breathing deeply as we feel the pleasure our bodies are receiving. I feel her. Before I could answer she was gone walking back to the front of me and facing the door. Slowly she started a new dance, running her hands up her sides as she shook her hips, I watched as she slowly worked her tight jeans down off her body leaving her standing there in noting but her lacey panties. Bending over so I could get a good look at her ass she started to crawl over on her hands and knees to the chair, her muscles rippling under her lean body and her breasts swaying as she came towards. "It still does; it seems," Martha giggled when she saw how Sandra's middle finger slipped inside her hood ring and started to rub her clitoris."You don't know how horny I am right now," Sandra moaned.Martha laughed softly and said, "You sure don't leave anything to the imagination."Sandra looked Martha straight in the eyes and smiled. "I'm sorry, but I have wanted to do this for the most part of the evening, and I just can't stand it anymore; I need to get some relief." If I were you, I would.