I hoped to find out soon. Gretchen chose that moment to lock her lips around my clit and slip two fingers deep inside me, searching for my G spot. My ...yes rolled back in my head at the sudden pleasure. My wife certainly knew how to eat pussy. ‘Momma!’ Trish said mock-petulantly, pulling my attention back to her. ‘My special place is hurting!’ ‘Bring it here and let Momma Hawk kiss it and make it all better,’ I said. She lifted the hem of her skirt and I saw her mound pushing out the plain. I remember that I’m supposed to be slutty for you, and I pull away and look at you with big brown pathetic eyes, your eyes follow my gaze as I look down at myself and spread my legs wider. I don’t have any knickers on and I rub my fingers gently over my pussy lips, which are still closed around my already soaking pussy. With my eyes I invite you to touch me, and you don’t need telling twice. ‘Fuck’ your fingers are on me, I watch them as you open me up gently and peer inside. Your fingers they. All because he was not able to get his shit together and move on from her. His thoughts, whether consciously or not, always drifted back to Molly. He knew it was incredibly wrong, but perhaps that was part of his drawl to her. Or perhaps it was those incredible, large green eyes and plump soft lips. He didn’t actually know if they were soft or not, but he sure could imagine, and he imagined them on his and on other parts of his anatomy enough to drive any man insane. It was a miracle he made it. He mounted me and began to pump ferociously, every time he bumped my cervix with his dick I squealed into the pillow with pleasure and pain. I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy with every stroke. Naturally, I came screaming into the pillow as hard as I could, my pussy gushing all over Kyle's rod. A minute later he was ready to cum, too. “I'm almost there. Can I cum in you?” I moaned my approval. Kyle grabbed my hips with both hands and unloaded his chamber into my womb with a low.