Crawford! Oh God Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!"Climax came quicker than anticipated as the figure she'd only seen photos of came to loom in the imaginary backgrou...d of the scene. Mr Crawford's broad shoulders approached his wife from behind and pressed her with his cock into Esme's pussy.Their eyes locked as he began to fuck her through his wife.Esme topped up her glass of champagne and reached for her thrusting dildo, then proceeded to reposition herself so that the propulsion was aimed at her asshole,. Walkerclosed the video and clicked through to a large collection of stillimages showing Fifi in action, most of them with a smile on his facethat made it look like he was enjoying being a maid. Mr. Walker hadobviously had a camera running somewhere in the room. The older manleaned back in his chair."It's safe to say you wouldn't want these pictures getting out, rightFrank?" he said. Frank couldn't look him in the eye, so he insteadstared at the image on the computer screen. It showed Fifi. I tried to drive it away, but was only marginally successful."And you don't have a boyfriend to drive his big cock up into that tight little pussy of yours every night either, do you?" No," I managed to get out."That's too bad," Peter spoke, squeezing his fingers into my breast a little harder now. "I figured a girl with such a pretty face and a big pair of tits would have lots of boyfriends." We broke up two months ago," I half-lied. We did break up, but we later got back together again. In. On Sundays, when we were apart, I had time to think about it.What made Becky look at me the same way, like I was her Prince Charming? What made me look at her like she was my Princess? Were we really suited for each other?We were not that much alike, not really. Becky was super-intelligent; I was not. She came from a loving home; I did not. Her wardrobe was very limited; mine was not. Becky was attractive; I was not, well, she said I was.The thing that drew us together and kept us together was.