She is puslating her hole shich gives me even more drive to fuck my hand. I order her to finger fuck herself and taste her fingers and do it over and...over. Meanwhile I milk my own precum and spreadit over my cock. I pull on my balls and grind my cock into my fingers. I want to be there with her, I want her to feel my cock. She engulfs her fingers and I fuck my hand to hte rythem of her fingers. As she licks her fingers I push my cock head to the cam so she can feed herself while imagining. I reached out and stroked her cheek affectionately. "It's all right, dear," I told her. "Go ahead and ask me." Well ... why did you kiss me like that?"I withdrew my hand and sighed. I had wondered whether she would even remember it, or if she did, if she would want to talk about it."You're right," I said. "I shouldn't have done it." That's not what I meant," she hurriedly insisted. "It's all right. You can kiss me like that if you want." Really?" I asked, surprised."Really," she confirmed. "I. Then she leant forward and took hold of her husbands cock and started sucking on it.I sat still balls deep in her pussy as she started sucking on her husbands cock and then i started to move my hips and after a few seconds she was moaning softly as i started to fuck her.It was clearly what she wanted and as she sucked and licked her husbands cock i rammed my cock into her big wet pussy."Yes harder Peter" she said muffled by a mouthful of cock.I then gripped her big hips and started fucking her. Dawson’s head. It was her painful pleasure not to turn suddenly and taste it. Instead she said, “Tonight Smith, you are going to go into the backyard and weed the garden,” but she couldn’t resist gently stroking the soft underside of this ball sack, looking at Paige who was riveted by the scene. The women giggled together and Tom felt the tingling joy of being subservient. Ms. Dawson had the most wonderful laugh, low and smoky, as if she had seen the world and every.