Doyou love your pretty new tits? She had asked, a melody of feignedinnocence in the delivery of this query, as if she had just bought him acup of coff...e. His mind was suddenly back in the present as she started aparticularly vigorous assault on his aching rear. She penetrated him sodeeply, he let out a high pitched little squeal. Tell me again how muchyou like the pretty tits I bought for you, show me some gratitude youfilthy little whore... I love them! And I love being your little bitch!His. ? While she stripped off displaying her body,lush with the hormones in the rampion, her breasts tight within their skinseemed perter and doughier than normal, her nipples sticking out erect andachingly sexual, her skin shimmered a pale alabaster glowed with an untoldluminescence. ?As he watched her he felt his cock harden toan aching tightness, throbbing within the binding of his trousers.? He imagined his leather strap slappingagainst her skin and his cock deep in her ass, something he would. You think he'd put up with it if he did?" answered Ralph Billings, one of their subcontractors."Good point. So, who's she doing now?" I think she's got Frank McCarthy over tomorrow. Boss says he's going out of town to Portland."Another laugh from Ralph, and the clink of a coffee cup. "Boy, I sure wouldn't like to be Beth or Frank tomorrow if George ever found out."Turning, George left on a gale of their shared laughter and went back to his office, coffee forgotten.His wife was cheating on. My fingers gripped to the skin of his back, wanting to pull him closer to me, but knowing he wouldnt risk hurting me with his weight. He continued with the slow movements. Never once did our eyes move away from each others, our faces barely an inch apart. We didnt kiss, too focused on the feeling of his cock sliding inside me to interrupt it with anything else. Then, it wasnt enough. Achingly slow became a little bit faster, as I wrapped my arms behind his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.