"Lets freshen our drinks and finish playing" I said. My timing was so perfect, she had just mentally committed to planting herself, baggy, wet, no lon...er so transparent clothing and all, on the short side of my sectional. It was the moment where she just started to lean that way when I spoke.she wavered! swooned once toward the couch, once back upright, almost faded back to the couch, then straightened up.She alarmed me with her smile. She let me know that she had weapons that complemented her. I'm working on my six pack so now I only have four. I can be lazy at times, but not these times. My mom has been crying for over two months now and I have to say it's been annoying. I know my dad died about three months ago and that I cried too, but it's been over two months. My tears have dried, I'm done crying. I'm moving on. I just wish my mom could do the same thing. I had to get job. My mom refused to go to work and they took her off without pay. She can always go back,. After she caught her breath she went back to my cock only this time taking her hand away from her pussy and playing with my balls and ass. This woman knew exactly what to do with her fingers and with a pussy wet finger, she slowly worked into my asshole where no man, nor woman has gone before. It was all I could do to not shoot my load right at the second, but I imagined the longer I could hold out, the more hornier she would be. As her sucking and fingering of my asshole continued I could feel. She didnt give it another thought until she felt the strong arms surround her waist, another hand cover her mouth and propel her through the garage door, the one she had not even noticed was ajar until now… Plunged into the darkness, she was pushed up against the bench, her hands uselessly beside her, pinned by his weight against her back as her hands were pulled behind her, pinned by his weight against her back as her hands were pulled behind her and felt the cold steel of the handcuffs.