He slowly pushes his cock deeper into me, and I’m lifted to a higher level of heaven.My hips come alive and start squirming under my husband as he f...lls me, trying to get more of him inside my pussy. I’m so wet, there is hardly any friction, but his cock is so thick, and I’m so tight, it takes time to work his heavy artillery inside my tiny tunnel. I am overwhelmed by his self-control, working his thick sword into my velvet sheath slowly, so I enjoy every millimeter as he enters me.“I love you. "It's not like I'm naked. Geesh."She may as well have been. The feeling that washed over me was equal parts disappointment and relief. The bottom barely covered anything, and the strapless top strained to keep her tits inside. Soaking wet as it was, I could see a faint outline of her nipples.I let out a laugh that I hoped didn't sound as nervous as I thought it did. "I was just messing with you," I said as I walked toward my bed, turning my back to her."Yeah, right."I could hear her climb out. He looked at his mother's legs. Between her legs a thick white cream trickled down passed her knee and down her calf. It was visible in the sunlight. Jane turned away and ran her hand over her leg. “Sun cream,” she said guiltily. I'm no actor, and my perfect response that I now need to give to Adam confidently would need to express that I had not just fucked his mother – that it was not her spunk mixed with my cum that could be seen running out of her pussy and down her leg. “I've only just. So, understand this: if Dwight had tried that with me, we'd have met after his funeral." And who, Miss Kennedy, is this very nice, very polite fellow standing quietly behind you?" That's my tutor, Mr. Glastonbury. He's not my bodyguard or anything, not really. Nope, this is just me, coming to see you, with something I thought you should know. If I had 'God' in my nickname, I'd purely hate people using my name in vain." So you say. Why should I believe you?"Kennedy waved at the six body guards,.