I don't think it matters. I know I should be worrying about the wet carpet but all I can do is stare at the fluid drip off of my rod.She lay there ex...usted for a minute but then sits up by grabbing me as a handle and not letting go until I am completely engulfed by her. It felt like she jumped from across the room onto it. I hook my arms under her and fasten my hands to the tops of her shoulders. Her sopping wet hair sticks to my forehead as I stare down at what looks like the inside of a. So I walked around the courtyards with only starlight as my guide. It was enough for walking, but barely. The gardens were in dark shadows, well bedded down for the winter. After the stress of the day, the evening temperature was pleasantly chill, and with no wind off the lake I was not cold at all. I idly remembered this morning's forecast, a high of +3C this afternoon and a low of -6C tonight, a very typical Dakar winter day. We might get a winter storm in a few days, a big one. That'll be. She chocked and made moaning noises while he seemed to fully enjoy himself. Suddenly, she managed to get his dick out of her throat. Immediately, he grabbed her harder and slept her in the hard in the face. ?Suck it you dirty whore?, he ordered and pressed his dick back between her lips. She looked distressed. Her make up and lipstick were smeared and the muscles of her body were tense. The man standing close to me, turned to me again, obviously noticing my rather alarmed facial expression, and. .. get...” Richard yawned.Mrs. Wysocki snickered. “Sorry for being so boring.”“Excuse me! And don't worry, you're nowhere near boring.” Richard looked her over, admiring her very womanly body. Not only was she in great shape for a woman in her forties, but Mrs. Wysocki also had long red hair, a weakness of his. If she wasn't married and wasn't his boss... “I just got up a little too early this morning,” he explained. “I didn't want to get here late for my first day.”“Well, don't worry, I'm sure.