As Gregg started fucking in and out of her dewy channel, she pulled her head away, gasping for air."Oh, fuck me! Fuck me with that beautiful big cock!... Her legs wrapped around his waist, driving him to fuck into her harder."Yes, my Queen..." '"Queen?" Where did that come from?' Gregg thought, for a moment, before Heather's groans brought him back to the here and now. Either she didn't hear, or she didn't care as he did just as she asked, matching his rhythm with neighbors upstairs...A few hours. ...!She sat down on the chair at the dining table, still french kissing, and I now had more space to move my hands up and down her tights and found soon the slit in her dress and moved to her inner tights....!Wow, I now realized that she was wearing stockings and a garterbelt - I may have looked surprised and she gave me a big smile which told me that she was in for a lot of fun.I pulled her up from the chair with my hands all over her, still kissing, and I now pulled the hem of her tight green. I lower the slacks reverently, and you step out of them, take them from my grasp and fold them over the back of a chair.I admire how stunning you look – a mature woman to my unformed girl. Your underwear is dark red: a balcony bra pushing up your shapely C-cup breasts, matching bikini panties made mostly of thin lace panels and a suspender belt, from which four straps are fastened to your old-fashioned seamed black stockings. You stand poised above me in such control and authority, your hands. Their youngest son was the opposite. He seemed disinterested in nursing for more than a few minutes at a time, woke up after barely an hour of sleep and cried for hours at a time. It was enough to drive anyone to their wit's end.Strangely enough, neither Ginny nor Harry had reached that mythical place of "Wit's End." There were days when one or the other needed a short break, of course, but most of the time they simply went through their days exhausted but happy. Happiness had set in for the.