"Mmmph! Mmph! Fuh meee, fmmph mmmm, cammmon!" Jennifer screamed into the pillow.Hearing a muffled "Cameron" snapped his mind back into place, got him ...hinking about whether there was even a jewelry box at all; whether this girl just had a blue-collar husband who spent too much on his woman. He hoped so: hoped the fool found out his girl had been unfaithful; hoped he had the imagination to picture his wife head down, ass up; fucked from behind, on their marital bed.Just then, Jennifer grabbed. Her beautiful, naked pussy was exposed to him. He just looked at her body for a moment, taking in her beauty, before lifting her ankles above his shoulders and kneeling down so his face was level with her pussy, which was dripping and soaked with anticipation.“a little excited or just happy to see me?” he asked, only mocking her a little bit. Rosia replied by using her calves to pull him closer to her body. With one slow stroke he licked her glistening pussy from her little asshole to her clit. I leaned back and let my cock stick up into the air - the wheel and pedestal at least obscuring me a little. After awhile my cock softened up a bit and rested on my stomach. The girls laughed about something and then J. went below to use the head. My wife went below to the galley while S. got up and stood in the companionway. She undid her ponytail and re-tied it. With her arms behind her head, her breasts were lifted and thrust forward. My cock stiffened up again. I decided that this would be. "I am very well too, Mrs Gupta, thank you," said Patrick smirking a little at the fact that his being there seemed to be making Amala uncomfortable, even if in a good way.Amala and Patrick were standing close together and both longing to get their hands on the other but they both had the sense to know that they could not, "Anything that I can help you with, Patrick?" asked Amala meaning the shop but also aware that all sorts of other things could be read into the question."Um, no thank you, Mrs.