Her hands and face were almost touching the radiator. ‘Here.’ But she couldn’t. Not at first. Her hands shook so much she spilled some chocolate... ‘Let me help.’ I held the mug to her lips. She didn’t try to stop me. She sipped a little then after a minute took it back from me and held it herself, even though she would shake every few seconds. She stood over the heat, sipping and looking out the window, never at me. There wasn’t much to see out there. The snow wasn’t deep enough, not yet, to. I look up at you as you lean back on the counter and push yourself to the edge. I look once more at your sex and move closer, the musky aroma reaches me, you have showered Dawn, my lady that’s clear, I can detect a slight aroma from whichever shower gel you used. But the overpowering smell of you, your sex, your arousal, your hot wet centre sends a red haze before my eyes and I almost lose control as I plunge my face against your pussy, pushing my tongue as deep into you as I can, searching all. My wife went to the restroom afterwards, and used the douche kit, to try to completely rinse out, prior to her walk back to Lily. She was successful, and made it back to her labs without incident. Although, she did get all the standard attention, with, this time, a short red and white mini.Then, she fucked Charles at every noon time, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. That put her into five constant days of extreme pussy beatings. Charles was one of the first, white or black, cocks to tear my. My Sid’s a bit on the big side,” she giggled: “a bit like some of them truckers!” She gave an involuntary squeal of delight as he thrust his cock fully home. Soon she was bouncing up and down enthusiastically, her moans interspersed with choice Cockney expletives.“I say, steady on, Mrs Fellows!”“What’s up?”“You’re moaning and swearing rather loudly. Don’t want Mrs H to hear, do we?”"Switch on the ‘oover,” she whispered."Good idea. How do I do that?”"Tap the orange tit on the top with your.