We saved each others’ lives, so that creates a bond, and he’s assumed the identity of my husband, but we’ve never even kissed. Why do you ask?�...“You’ve heard the name Brenda mentioned several times. He also saved her from being raped and possibly murdered. She nursed him back to health when he was seriously hurt in the process of helping her. They’ve had a relationship, and I know she loves him a lot. She needs to be one of the witnesses to the will, as she and her Aunt are the only ones of our. I heard how Lola took a phone call, told the caller that I wasn't at home and that she neither knew nor did care where I were or when I came back. Then she continued with angry voice, "What the hell are you saying ... No. No, I have never said I word to him ... Didn't you hear what I said? ... Are you accusing me to be a liar? ... Is it my fault? ... Did you call me damn whore? ... You are totally mad, yes you are ... I've probably lost Tommy and you silly bitch are mourning about such creep as. I then push my hand down past her woollen dress, then up it and down her leggings. I push my fingers onto her pussy and start to roll them over her lips. I push a finger inside as she opens her legs a little more for me to gain access. She is absolutely wet as hell. I place my head in the car and we kiss. Full on tongues battle with each other as my fingers leave her pussy and settle on her clit. I rub her. Softly at first, then a little harder, then with some urgency I finger fuck her. Emma. With each trust she let out a small moan of pleasure, which became increasingly louder. Then grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to me, so I could get as deep inside of her as I could, before cumming powerfully. She screamed loudly, as if almost in pain from the shear pleasure. As I came, I felt her pussy jiggle around my cock again, but more forcefully this time. I saw her legs were starting to give out. I wrapped my arms around her, and guided her body, slowly down to the floor. I held.