Bobby heard the key turn in the front door and Michelle entered. She looked beautiful, and vibrant as always, flashed him a smile, and kissed him full... on the lips. Although the two of them had been married for ten years, she still looked exactly as she had when they first met – a ravishing brunette who had the sexiest pair of legs east of the Mississippi, and a matching pair of breasts that turned heads everywhere she went. Bobby had not been as lucky in the “looks” department. Fifteen years. "Mikey? What's going on?" she said. "I know you. You're acting all too unconcerned. Something's going on. What is it?" Evidently what's going on is you fucking Roger Claibourne my used to be good buddy," I said. Now, she was beginning to looked pissed."Mikey, I don't know what you've got going on, but I hope you're not planning on doing anything rash," she said. I smiled. That really set her off."Damn it Mikey! What's going on! I have a right to know," she said. Now that pissed "me" off."Right?. He hooked his arms around the back of her shoulders, buried his face in the crook of her neck and pushed himself into her. He was a big boy, in more ways than one, but she wasn’t a young little virgin and with all the semen already inside her, he slid in easily. Zoë was fucked in the most fumbling and inexperienced way of her life. Urgent, uncontrolled thrust after thrust, lasting no more than two minutes, culminated in her pussy being absolutely flooded with the frustrated, pent up cum, of. " Her hands, that still rested on Jane's waist now slipped round to the small of her back, found the fastening just where Kalin had said it would be and the light, feathery skirt came away in Charlotte's hands, revealing bare flesh between Jane's sheer lacy panties, that did indeed fail to completely hide Jane's unsullied pussy, and the bottom of her corset, and Charlotte found it almost impossible to suppress a groan of desire, as did Isabella, but for now they both needed to maintain their.