She knew she was dying. Cien didn’t even realize he’d moved until he was on his knees beside her, clutching at her hand. He felt his own hot tears...running down his face, and didn’t care. She turned to him and broke out into loud sobs. Clutching her hand to his lips he kissed it over and over again. She reached up with her other hand and pulled him down, holding him to her. They cried together, her tears streaking his shoulders, and his running down her neck. And together they mourned. They. I pushed my arm underneath her, lifting her back slightly and pulling my mouth away from her nipple and onto her pretty neck. She groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulder. Her moans increased in frequency and she gripped a handful of my hair as she bucked and squirmed her way through an orgasm. Wetness pooled onto my fingers as her vagina tightened. I slowed down my assault and mentally gave myself a pat on the back, a broad smile on my face. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment, “Fuck. Later in life I learned about the word "Lothario." There was no trace of lothario in me at that moment. I just stood there, staring. I might have drooled. It wouldn't surprise me if I did.But she didn't laugh at me. Instead she reached for the bows on her hips and flicked at them, moving one of her knees sideways as the cloth fell between her thighs.My eyes were dragged down as if there were hundred pound weights on each eyeball. I couldn't have not-looked if my life had depended on it.She was,. Mar said with all the noise Lucy was making it had made her horny, sitting on the sofa she lifted her dress and started to rub her pussy over her knickers, and rubbing her tits I watched as she slipped her fingers under her panty leg and into her wet pussy making her groan and arch her back, I sat watching this personal show I was getting, Mary was now undoing her dress and pulled her tits out of her bra lifting her tit to her mouth she sucked her nipple hard, then the other one. Sitting down.