It’s far enough from your ex that he would think twice before coming down there, and it’s close enough for you to get to your course. My apartment...is bigger than yours, so we could fit your things in easily, what do you say?’ Froo stood quietly in front of him, a small frown on her face. Holding his breath while he waited for her to speak, Misha stood, frightened that she would say no, that he was rushing her, but he wanted her to say yes so badly he could taste it. While he waited for her. Gregg was breathing heavily, standing close up against her, feeling the swell of her buttocks beneath her panty hose as he ran his hands across her. He leant forward and hissed in her ear, "Open your blouse, bitch, and pull down your knickers." Yes, Sir," Sylvia muttered, obeying him readily but with rather mechanical movements.Gregg, aroused as much by her compliance as by her nakedness, chuckled as he unfastened his own trousers and pressed his stiffening cock into the fleshy cleft between. I told her that I planned to jump back to 1943 and enlist as David Smith. That was the only way I could think of to cover myself for the anticipated FBI probe. She was appalled, but agreed that the trip was necessary. I pointed out that, since I was immortal, the three years or so that I spent in the Army were trivial. Furthermore, if I jumped back right now and returned to this same time, she would never notice that I had been missing. She had to agree with that, too, so she gave her blessing. You lean in to kiss me and I grab the back of your head, my fingers viciously gripping your hair as I jerk you to the floor, shoving your face into my dripping cunt; "Lick. Suck my wet pussy." Your breath is hot as you comply, your tongue drawing circles around my hard clit nub, lapping and suckling at it as I grind my hips on your tongue. You reach around, under my robe to grab my ass, kneeding the soft flesh as you continue to devour my hungry cunt. I keep my hands on your head, pushing.