It reminds me of my place, of exactly who is in charge, and it's not me. I can advise you, help you, back you up, and generally crush anyone who tries...to harm you, but you're the boss. You'll always be the boss. My charming Boston Irish husband, the current Governor and next Senator from Massachusetts. Are you sure that you're not related to the Kennedys? You're an awful lot like them. I mean that as a compliment, you know. All of that devilish sex appeal behind the good Catholic boy façade!. Within a few strokes I was cumming deep inside of her. We laid together for the rest of the night, the smell of sex lingering heavily in the air. The next morning Lilly and I packed up and continued down the road. We kept a quick pace, wanting to catch up to the girls before nightfall. We made it almost two miles down the road before hearing gunfire. Expecting the worst, I ran off towards the impending danger leaving Lilly behind. I made it to the next tree line, before I could see what was. Pushing my hand deeper between your legs, penetrating you with two fingers you gasp loudly, holding my fingers deep inside and curling them back and forth. Your moaning louder now as I speed up and finger you slightly harder and faster you say in gasped breath "Harder Ahhhhhhhhhh ,, I'm cumming, faster don't stop Ahhhhhhhhhhh." Fingering you harder and faster i feel you tightening around my fingers as they slide in and out faster and faster your pussy is so wet at my touch. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh . In the dim light of the pub she couldn’t see the faint lines that marked her face, especially when she tilted her head forward to let her shoulder-length light brown hair swing forward. Anna, in contrast, looked (and was) at least ten years younger, with long dark hair, striking blue eyes (much darker than Ellie’s), and tastefully done makeup. Her version of office dress didn’t have much in common with Ellie’s either. She was wearing a tight black skirt that ended just above the knees, low.