But life in a middle-class Brownstone in the Bronx without him and with no family of my own, I found myself longing to indulge in that mid-life crisis...a proper married woman not dare pursue. So, like all of my other ladyfriends attempting to keep their husbands attentive (a futile gesture), I had the obligatory face life and boob job. Yet, with Harry gone, and his estranged son Isaac from his first marriage off on his own since age 16 trapped in a no doubt troubled life in which I obviously was. No way! His dick wasn't thinking for him this time. He watched the truck thirstily suck down the last few drops of oil and screwed the cap back on. He slammed the hood harder than needed hoping he wouldn't have to physically wrestle her out of his truck, as his damn cock jumped again. He climbed back in, all pissed off she was still sitting there, looking sexier than before. He tried to tell her where to go but it was hard to really focus on what he was saying as he coudn't look away from. Now, in the heavily accented but surprisingly fluent English taught her by a former employer with the British Consulate for whom she had skivvied; it was the low-caste girl who commanded and he, Vincent Vincennes, superior to her in all ways, who stood to attention.How the fuck had he allowed it to happen?Still in his dressing gown and Calvin Klein bottoms, despite the late hour; he continued to look without seeing towards the bridge and the cars crossing the river. Resentment, as was usual,. She suddenly flipped me over, pulled me up onto my knees and buried her face in he from behind.There is no other way to say it, she attacked my pussy ferociously. She was eating it like she could not live without it. I was screaming ito the pillow and came on her face. She never stopped. She slapped my ass, spread my cheeks and buried her face in my ass. She started finger fucking my cunt roughly and was tongue fucking my ass and making me insane. She buried her face deep in my ass and lifted.