They're fantastically big and firm aren't they? Not to mention the way you moan when I rub and squeeze them of course!"Her fingers were sliding back a...d forth over them and it felt absolutely great. I pressed by bum back, encouraging her as she arched against me, trying to rub her pussy against it. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she turned herself on more and more."Can we do it again please Liz?" she whispered in my ear. "It was so brilliant - I'd really love to do it again. Can we. Growing up i started seeing her as some kind of prize, an object of desire.They where good friends but he couldn't have her.When i was like 18 we talked quite open and he told me quite honest how much he liked her.When i was about 20 i just had my first little apartment and ran in to Otillia on the street, i told her about it and she said she'd like to see it, so i said yeah and took her home. When i showed her the terrace she looked down from the balcony to the garden below and i stood behind. As he helped me in I thought he sort of grabbed my ass but maybe that had been just wishful thinking on my part.Once in his truck John asked me where I lived. I told him and he told me he knew where that was at. As we drove John apologized for what had happened tonight. I told him it was not his fault. John explained in a way it was as those three men worked for him. That explained the talk and handshake he had given to those men. John looked my way as he said, “My men work hard and need to. Jane heard a slight click and looking, saw Tim raise a small recorder from the table beside his chair. Tim leaned forward holding the recorder just in front of his wife, capturing every squeal and pant as she fought to stay balanced on the erotic edge. Jane’s eyes rolled back in her head as she imagined that audio going up on the website, and men cumming as they listened to her most intimate of sounds. He taped for a good five minutes before pausing the recorder and setting it down. Jane had.