"Then he went back to his car and left. I didn't know him, but obviously he knew my pretty wife Sarah or me, why I asked her, "Who was that man?I had ...oted that she had a visible look of discomfort on her face while that man had shouted at me, but now she replied, "How should I know?" Obviously he knew at least one of us." I'm not sure about that. Such insults are common today."Probably it was a common expression in the school where she worked as a teacher, but not in my opinion because nobody. Where your finger had been your tongue followed as you pulled my lips apart and planted kisses all over my inner pussy. You began to fuck me with a vigour as you held me down so that I couldn’t escape the treatment that I was getting from you right then. “Fuck I’m cumming”, I managed to whisper as I felt the dryness of my mouth. I had never had a man treat me like this and here you were making my hips buck over your face as it came closer and closer. This familiar feeling of orgasm washed over. Surely after everything she has been through, something like this shouldn’t be needed. How long have I been here? She shakes her head and just rests, trying to catch her breathe while clearing her head. She lets the glowing tentacles hold her up as cum runs from her mouth, her pussy and ass.“Do you think you have been used?” a voice suddenly rings out.Quickly, Mercy whips her head around to seek out the owner. The voice sounds so familiar and yet so distant and unfamiliar.“Do you feel like you. " Oh, I noticed," she giggled, not slacking up with her hands, and she added kisses to the mix. "Don't'cha think that by now I know how YOU work?" Uh-huh," I managed.Smile. "Then lay back and LET me!"Doggone right I let her. I loved her. I found her wonderfully, delightfully sexy and desirable, and I have normal desires, not that what was happening to me was normal, no, it was waaaay past that. Ten minutes later she was sitting up, making a big show of licking her lips."Do you have ANY idea how.