Her shudders are more frequent, her breathing quickens. Sandy shifts herself and lifts her legs, spreading them apart. “I can help,” I whisper. S...e nods open-mouthed as her orgasm approaches. I reach down past her busy hand and slide two fingers inside her. She is incredibly wet and her lips part easily. Sandy moans as I touch her and begin my motions inside her vagina. “Oh….. oh…. oh… oh.. oh.. oh oh oh…..Ahh!” my s****r’s orgasm overwhelms her, her body is pulled upward as she shakes and. "Please, sit on the sofa, Mrs. Wright," he said. He poured her a glass of wine and sat with her on the sofa. He clicked the TV on and a film began showing—a very erotic film.His cock began growing, getting stiff and hard. He looked over at her. She was voluptuous. Damn, but she looks like Nicole k**man, or Jessica Simpson, he thought.She watched the film and was growing aroused by it.Might as well get this started, he thought. I’m ready for it, and she is too.He reached over and slid her skirt. “Hi, Jon,” I answered. “What’s the problem?”“I just had a visit from two bloody plods from the bloody Federal Bureau of Investigation!”“Agents Stone and O’Toole?” I asked.“That’s them. I felt like a Chicago hoodlum caught in bloody clothes with a firearm! What did they want with me?”“You live at Cirque du Steve and those two have taken an unhealthy interest in my affairs for a long time. It started with my Russian friend and then moved onto the fact that I’m in business in Chicago which means. As soon as the door was closed, Kerri leaned against the kitchen counter with her ass pointing directly at Chris. She spread her legs wide, and he took the hint, stepping up to her ass and spearing her cunt with his stiff cock. He quickly slid in to the hilt, and began piston-like motions in her pussy. He reached around her with both hands, and began massaging her little tits once more, which drew a soft "mmmmmm" from Kerri. After about a minute of slipping in and out of her pussy with his.