My fingers rubbed her clit and G spot and she wanted more and more of it. I didn't want to her cum right away; I wanted to show her how I could please...her with my tongue. She spread her legs as wide as she could anchor herself. Her juices were all over my hand and I wanted to finish this on her sofa.I cleansed myself as she prepared to make up the sofa bed.Pretty pale pink sheets with a fur like throw were deliciously placed.I could barely dry myself as Francine had lain, legs spread, for me to. He had read the file. Finally! The effort had paid off and taken him to the green door. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked that the camera was ready to use. The door opened as if his premonition had triggered the real world to conform to his will.Jimmy walked out of the door of the crack house and staggered up the street with the private detective coming up behind. Jimmy Scofield was being sought for three murders, a rape and a sheet of crimes that made him one of the most sought. Thinking of what I just had seen and was so hot I was tempted to go in there and offer to wash her. She had been divorced for a year and I know she hasn’t gotten laid since then. Just as I was sticking a finger in my ass to stimulate me more, I heard a moan! I frantically placed my ear to the wall and I heard soft moaned for about 10 minutes. Here was this beauty rubbing her pussy, thinking she was home all alone! Then I heard her cum, and she screamed out a name. She screamed out “sale salee. "Say it you fucking whore. I want you to say what you are." "I'm a fucking whore." "That's right." "I'm a human flesh-light. A cum dump. A meaty fuck-toy." "That's right, and I'm almost finished with you. Your cunt was a good fuck and now you're going to take my hot load deep inside you." He's not cum yet but already she's cumming. Her dress has ridden up further, and I can see the muscle spasms in her tight toned abs as her cunt clenches around my husband's thick dick. He drives forward one.