She sucked in air as his hand landed on her upper abdomen and then slid down. At first she thought he was trying to help clean his semen off of her, b...t then his finger slid back inside her and she jerked, gasping."Like this?" his voice came in her ear."Ahhhhh," she groaned as he probed more deeply. The top of his finger was crushing her clit. "Dub ... no," she moaned."I want to do it right," he said, misunderstanding. "You made me feel so good. I want you to feel that good too."He slid his. Duval watched. He was an older man, heavyset, wearing a silk kimono for a bathrobe. He had a greasy look to him.I wanted him far away, but it was hot as he watched his wife wiggling her ass at me. Her butt-cheeks clapped together. They were so plump. There was no way this woman didn’t have ass implants, too. There was nothing real about her.But it was fine fucking work.I smacked my futa-cock from butt-cheek to butt-cheek, watching that perfection ripple. Mrs. Duval moaned, her back arching. Her. As she had really occupied my mind now I even tried to see her with a little hole that is luckily there for me in the single common door between both part and closed from both sides . By that time something building inside my mind( I think u can say love more than lust) and my bad luck is that only sometimes I can manage to see her with that little hole but was able to catch the conversation between both pair even little quarrel that they had and mostly the quarrel is for soils addiction to. "She sounded so much like the cartoon character that Devlin laughed. "I could see I wasn't getting through to him." He has his mind made up," Krissi said, "and nothing you said was going to change it. That's why I stepped in." She pushed the door open and flinched at the blast of cold air. "Just a couple of more weeks and we'll be in Florida, keep that in mind.Devlin thought about Jeff's reaction. Krissi was right, but she didn't know what to do about it. "Are your bras really pinching you?".