The expression on my face made his craggy aspect bright with glee. He winked at me, and suddenly we were co-conspirators as well as members of an audi...nce to her. He had been silent, with the exception of a grunt or two, staring at the space recently occupied by pigeons, now empty, crumbling the brown paper sack over and over again in his hands. She intoned ever onward, not seeming to mind his body language, which screamed of indifference or perhaps it was merely his way of surviving her deluge. I squirmed in his arms and he finally withdrew. His arms were shaking with restraint. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. He flashed that boyish grin. He began to fuck me wildly, grabbing my hair, my breasts, my ass. I rubbed my clit feeling the pressure of my orgasm build back up instantly.After only a few seconds my body began to convulse involuntarily. Gerald was forced to withdraw from the pressure of my orgasm. I began to feel a new sensation in my clit that I had not felt before. I felt to need to. I knew she was having her third orgasm of the night. I didn’t allow her body to relax and started hammering her pussy hard, using all my youthful strength.Padma Aunty was shivering underneath me and was sweating profusely. I was pounding her moist pussy mercilessly. She was clutching my arms to support herself and was shouting, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, hard baby. OMG, you are tearing my pussy.”Padma Aunty was blabbering while I was fucking her like a possessed man. To keep her mouth shut, I. " I don't think 'makeovers' is the right word. It doesn't do you justice. You are absolutely beautiful, as are you Melissa. Maybe I wouldn't be so stunned and shocked if I had not known you before, but I can tell you right now that I am sitting with two of the most beautiful girls in Chicago."Cathy was actually embarrassed so much that she could not respond, but Melissa acknowledged the compliments. "Thank you, but what we do is so much more than just make a woman beautiful. We begin there, but.