..The damn lucky bastard!Sandra didn't know such pleasure existed. She was prone on the bed, and Richard was slamming into her from behind. She was sq...eezing her legs and butt around him, and in the process squeezing her finger which she had on her button. She was long past orgasm, long past worrying about being sore. Both were reality, but she didn't want to stop. She just arched her back to let Richard in differently.Sometimes when he got too broad with his movements he would slip out of her. Nathan had turned around on the couch as the scene unfolded. He was leaning against my side and I had placed my arm around him. I couldn’t see his face but I can only assume he was transfixed on what was happening as much as I was. I could feel he was taking shallow breaths, or at least I imagined as much, fearful of disturbing that precious reality we were witnessing.I doubt there was much danger of that. Justine was now spreading Yael’s pussy only centimetres from her face.“There’s your. People have their ways. I can bet on sporting matches outside of the country if I want. There’s always a way to get money to people.”For all of my ex-husband’s shitty attributes, he abhorred pseudo-legal pastimes such as gambling and betting. He also claimed to hate secretive business dealings. I remember his impassioned rant to me of a businessman who got caught on a number of charges; light treason being one of the many. Nevermind that Richard had his own tax-haven somewhere in Asia and that. Her Dad had connections and he managed to get us floor seats to the L.A. Barracudas that night. It was a big game for the Barracudas, but an even bigger game for me. Tonight was the night I would ask Elle to marry me My girlfriend Elle and I met her parents at the front gate very late in the game. The game had already begun so we scooted through the mobs of Barracuda fans as quickly as we could to reach our floor seats on the court. When we finally reached our seats, Elle’s mother began to take.