Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my finger found my swollen clit. The paper-on-pussy sounds stopped abruptly, but I thought to myself... fuck it. Let’s get on with my own work.I began to get into the act of masturbation and to hell with the noise. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of aroused woman on a tear. My wet pussy was making distinct smacking and sloshing noises. It turned me on, and I kept going. I was close, which surprised me. I had been at it. I arrived home to an empty house, there was no sign of Emily or the girls. This I found worrying, but I don’t know why. I unpacked my suitcase and was in the middle of putting the put-you-up up in my office-come-den when the telephone rang. It was Emily, she told me that she and the girls would pick Bridget up from school. They arrived home with Stella’s children in the car as well and then all hell broke loose in the house with the children playing. I’m not too sure I’d liked the idea of all. It was a Cadillac Escaladeand it was only a few years old. Kellon is Melisa's new boyfriend by theway.Some days I ride to school with Dad and other with Melisa. The days Idon't model are the days with Melisa, since she's on the softball team andour practices end about the same time. We arrived at school and Kurt waswaiting with his usual smile."Hi Amanda."Hi Kurt. Guess what? My modeling agency wants us to ride to the dance andback in a limo, and they're paying for it." Swear to God?" Yep, it's. After only a few seconds, Katie groaned deeply and started wiggling her hips slowly from side to side while thrusting herself gently downward, fucking the large cock that was buried inside of her "Ohhhh fuck!" the hot wife moaned as Phil pushed his hips forward as he forced his blood engorged cock inside her stretched pussy. "Ohhhhhhh, God!!" Katie panted; she spread her long legs straight outward allowing Phil to push more of his throbbing cock into her. Phil looked like he could not take.