"Ah excuse me, Ms. Harts....." Art spoke softly, hoping to get herattention. She looked over to see Art sitting in the chair, andexclaimed "Oh sorry, ...r. Robinson....I will be with you in just amoment!" as she finished her rapid fire typing then putting her fingeraways from the keyboard, followed by soft cracking of her fingers torelax them. "Ah yes, Mr. Art Robinson..... how glad to have you here.I need your assistance with some login credentials for this high endaccount." She then passed the. With no bra on your nipples stand erect and show clearly through the shirt. The bottom of the shirt now comes to about an inch above your belly button.You slide one of the black g-strings up your thighs and skwirm just a bit until the string tests against between your cheeks. You can't understand why you haven't always worn thongs and g-strings. They feel amazing. The front cups your mound perfectly and you feel something push against you from inside the panties. You pull the out slightly to. They moved so fast the the other guy and I was amazed at the speed that she had his massive foot long cock in her pussy. the fat guy leaned back on the picnic table seat and sat down and she sank her wild sweating pussy down in him like she was going to eat him alive with it. His eyes opened wide and he groaned that no woman had ever done that so easily and nearly came right then.Ellen fucked his huge cock like she was going to rip it off and he finally rolled her over on the picnic table with. Damian's big finish in Arlene was tucked between the other two; Noreen and Chuck were done, but Iris was still noisily enjoying Rick's efforts when Damian leaned down next to Arlene's right ear and announced quietly, "I'm gonna breed you now, Slut. I'm gonna fill you with little black babymakers!" Then he bashed her pussy hard for several strokes before burying himself deep and pouring semen into her quaking cunt.Given Arlene's state of mind, this was an event that bordered on the mythical --.