Jess giggled with joy and quickened her steps. They approached the car, and Jess rummaged through her purse, looking for the keys. “No time for that...” Ben growled, putting his hand on Jess’ shoulder. He bent her down over the hood of the car, and lifted up her skirt. Her lacy black thong was completely soaked through. He quickly unzipped his pants, moaning in relief as his cock sprung out. He guided it toward her dripping pussy, and slowly pushed it against her slit. It slid in effortlessly,. To get near Briony he had to do away with Tom.That thought sobered him. It would be enormously difficult to achieve. He would have to hire somebody to engineer an accident but he had no idea who to approach or how. In any case, he could well then become the object of blackmail."This can go one of two ways," he thought. "She can either come to me willingly or I shall have to force myself on her. I hope it will be the former but I suspect it won't and it will be a one off but, one way or the. He held it there for a moment before he started thrusting, his cock sliding all the way in and out with each thrust. I was moaning and gasping again before I knew it. I could feel my juices dripping over my ass as he pushed into me faster and faster, my knees felt weak as I was thrown into my second orgasm within the space of 10 minutes. My pussy tensed around his cock and I screamed into my gag as I came. This seemed to excite him more because he began thrusting harder into me as I shuddered. Her reflection mimiced every movement I made.Well, if I was going to dream about being Angela, I was going to live itup a little!The first thing I did was to strike a few poses in front of the mirror.It was kinda' fun to see all the different stances that this body modeledwell. The strange part was that I could feel the lay and the pull of thepyjamas and underwear... and the hair kept getting in the way, and in mymouth. I was beginning to wonder if this were a dream. If this was adream, my.