She was in love. * “DING.” The elevator. It had arrived. Just like an elevator does. Unfortunately, it stopped on the 14th floor. We were nak...d. My pussy was dripping hot wetness down my leg. His cock was at its peak, a massive temptation at least eight inches long. It was throbbing. I needed him to fuck me. I also realized I was probably about to lose my job, and quite possibly face charges for my insanely outlandish behavior. To say the very least, panic set in REAL FAST. We grabbed our. She knew it was no good arguing and just hoped her husband would understand without questioning. So Friday morning she turned up for work and they left almost immediately. “OK Susan you know what I like, get your bra off so I can see your tits as we drive”. She didn’t even bother to argue, just took it off and undid a couple of buttons so he could see them but trying to cover up whenever they stopped. Once they were on the motorway he told her take off her panties and lift her skirt as well.. A tall, elegant, undeniably beautiful brunette of twenty-seven or eight, Sylvia for some reason had chosen to live out here in the semi- open spaces all by herself, occupying much the same type of house that the Sims had. But Angela knew that Sylvia's loneliness was frequently broken by night-time male visitors whose cars usually remained parked in her driveway until the next morning.Angela was genuinely fond of Sylvia, being able to sense the older woman's innate kindness and warm friendly. Touch dominant. Touch escalating to its filthiest debauched limits. I had a finger in Amelia’s butt and two digits in her sopping already climaxed pussy. Oh she was more than ready for cock. Sophie had really primed her to her primordial fem-sex state. Three fingers of one hand in her excited coochie and two bent fingers deep in her arse. Place of the bent fingers, yeah The Pound, but Amelia’s arse and my crooked, hooked fingers were presently the more fixated image.I needed to dog the bitch..