.. maybe seven and a bit I guessed when he was fully inside me. The guy kissed me, then nuzzled my breasts in turn, then raised himself up on his hand... and started to thrust. He went harder than the first guy, pressing me down into the bed with each inward thrust, and soon I was holding back my next orgasm"Let it go, sweetheart," my husband said. I want to see you coming over and over.The guy lowered to his elbows and kissed me and then another orgasm shook through me, making me leak a little. ‘Go to it, girl. I haven’t seen a good fight since Louis and Schmeling.’ ‘No, no!’ I held my stomach, laughing heartily. ‘You forget. I’m a lover, not a fighter.’ Charlotte laughed, but I saw the merriment die in her eyes as her smile dropped. ‘So tell me. What’s wrong?’ Every one of us was in the home for a reason. My main reason was degenerative arthritis and an ungrateful son. ‘Uncle Arthur’, as it was called around here, was ravaging my joints like a house on fire and Charlotte had known. I reached along her back as Jennifer's head bopped up and down in my lap and, pushing her thong aside, I slipped two fingers into her tight dripping pussy. My fingers and her sex in full view of the couple next to us.Jennifer moaned as I finger fucked her. She shrugged one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and began playing with her nipple. Her hips pushed back against my hand as I thrust my digits into her. I slipped my first finger over the rosebud of her ass, her slick juices. ” Without even wanting to my hands began to push against his chest and I put the kibosh on his advances. “We can’t do this. No. Not here. What if someone walks in?” I said as I backed away, straightening my skirt and my blouse. For a very brief second I saw what looked like disappointment flash across his face. Then he straightened up, tugged at the hem of his suit jacket, and said, “Of course. I’ll have that draft to you in a couple of days. Thanks, Monica.” And with that he turned to sit at.