.. Where are you going to sleep? The couch?"I hadn't thought about it before. I had just assumed that I would sleep in my own bed. But Paul's question...brought home the point that Peter would be taking my bed tonight. He'd be taking my wife in my bed. I was getting harder by the minute thinking about it. Between the booze, the pot, and the sight of those two gorgeous people inside starting to make love to each other, I was in a highly charged state of sexual anticipation. "Yeah... The couch is. Poor old dear was lost,’ Sophie shook her head. ‘He pulled over to ask directions.’ Sounds reasonable, thought Amy, so why did the police think you were soliciting? ‘And you still haven’t called me Sophie.’ Again her client’s directness cut through Amy’s thoughts. ‘What?’ Amy found herself looking into Sophie’s eyes and for a moment a feeling of dizziness assaulted her. ‘C’mon, call me Sophie,’ the brunette’s voice was teasing, playful. ‘Oh, okay, Sophie.’ Amy thought she may as well let Sophie. He was working his cock against my hole. I started to protest, but she shoved her pussy down hard on my face so I could not say anything.He teased my ass with his cock and then slowly inserted it in me. He slowly worked his cock in my ass, a little more in, then back out, and then further in. He was moaning how tight my ass was and how good it felt. I was involuntarily moaning because it felt great. She pulled up a little to let me get some air. I could feel his legs against mine,. With wild eyes sherambled, ?Please! Please don't do this! Please! I'll give you anythingyou want! Anything, but please don't hurt me, not like this!? Adonis' smile grew broader and he began to lower his massive body onto Melissa. Herpanic increased dramatically and she burst into tears, begging him to stop,to let her go, not to do what he was about to do. Adonis actually grinned at her tears and continued to lower himself on her. Now,with his chest rubbing against her heaving breasts,.