She punched my arm. "John!"I couldn't stop laughing. She punched at me again, and then she grabbed at my arm when I wouldn't - couldn't - stop. Eventu...lly she threw all 100 pounds of herself at me and after a moment of perilous swaying she was on top of me and I was carrying her on my back. She stopped trying to choke me after a block and snuggled happily against the back of my neck, her arms locked under my chin. "You're strong," she said."You're not very heavy."She really wasn't. I carried. We'll shut the door behind us when we leave. We won'tbe long." I could wait, if you want?"You can tell she's curious about what we've got planned but we can'ttell her the truth. I take her hand and turn on the charm."Bless you for helping us! My wife and I would be lost without MistressLaRouche's help and she tells us this is our best chance of success. Wecan't thank you enough!" You're - you're certainly welcome. What is the problem ... if I mayask?" Are you a magic practioner like Mistress. I understood what to do and rode him.This was made all the more sensational by Jonas fingering my butt hole and then licking around my rim. God it felt good. I didn’t know where to concentrate. But my body took it all in. It caved into the pleasure rippling through me.“Jane...I want to fuck your arse...is that okay” said Jonas.“Mmm” and I nodded; I was so frickin engaged with Felix’s cock and my so satisfied coochie I couldn’t really contemplate the pleasure gradient rising as my definitive. She was always ready but this time was not. He waited and after 5 more minutes she come out, sat in the car and greeted him with a kiss as usual and apologised for making him wait but she had snagged her tights on the way out and went back to change them. He looked at her short legs noticing she had Navy blue tights on. The type she used to wear a 30 years ago when he first met her when he was dating her daughter and 3” strappy blue sandals to match. She was the sexy housewife and he the young.