She asked if Corina could come closer and see my orgasm. I sort of shrugged my shoulders as if not caring. Theresa motioned to her daughter to get o...er by her on the floor. Some more Spanish was exchanged. I was almost ready to spray a load with out any further friction at this point, but Theresa’s solid grip on the base of my cock was holding me back. Corina came over, knelt down, and slid right in next to her mom as she released me and returned to her work. I could feel the load. “Are you really okay?" he asks me, but inside he's questioning himself much more. He's David-the protector. I’ve seen this face a million times before. In his head, he's quickly listing every possible bad outcome to this situation and weighing it against how much possible pleasure he might gain by going back down stairs and rejoining the party. He hesitates. He can't decide. I don't want him to go. I don't want him to go and leave me all alone. I certainly don't want him to go back to her. I. Но как говорится - вода камень точит....в течении последних лет во время секса мы фантазировали на тему как она найдет себе русского любовника , как меня заводит... И тут несколько дней назад она мне сказала что у нее ее коллега по работе водитель служебной машины начал уделять ей внимание. Писать смс-ки, звонить и т.п. На его вопросы, ревную ли я, моя любимая отвечала что я не ревнивый, может писать... Эта новость его подбодрила и он приступил к решительным действиям. Пригласил он мою любимую. V. and I caught sight of her innocent. As she watched the action I looked her over, her tan brown skin was flaws less, her long black hair was just pulled back in a pony tail. She had on a big shirt and maybe a pair of tight jeans. It was hard to tell since her shirt came down to her knee' s and a pair of flip flops. Her eyes were light brown I noticed because they were so wide as she watched the action. The man had just turned the woman around to do her from the back. Her lips were full and.