The girl mewls and her hand moves. She runs her fingers over the hot, damp flesh peeking out. She pets her sensitive folds, pressing and playing and t...asing. Her whimpers change into sharp gasps. She curls her hand into a fist with two digits extended. The girl hesitates for a moment before pushing those two fingers into her twat. She moans, throatily as she does. Then her hand starts to leisurely pump in and out.“Mmm,” Robert groans into her ear. “Now that’s sexy...”Cynthia’s face reddens and. Her heart rate quickened when his swollen manhood bounced into view. Sheri knew what would happen next, and the anticipation instantly made her wet. She swallowed, realizing how much she loved Michael. At that moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to make love to him. Sex in the newsroom would be a titillating bonus. She slipped off the counter and moved toward him. Reaching him, she grasped his wonderfully erect pleasure shaft, and he groaned in response, panting: “Wait a. "Please, aah... Please..." Please, what?" I say with a mischievous smile."Please, fu- Aah..." She stopped herself in mid sentence with a moan as I began to move her hips around on it, grinding us against each other. Overtaken by the pleasure, she feel speechless as the slow grinding went on. After a good ten minutes of nothing but that I repeated. "Please, what? You didn't finish..." Please... Let me... Let me pump you~!* She said in ecstasy with slight embarrassment as I then let her go up and. He had been married once. But she had died before her time should have been up. After that he had just gone through the motions.He had taken the 'kids' on in order to retire. His gray haired head reflected the age that he was. At sixty he was really too old to protect others much less himself. He walked with a limp from an arthritic hip. Yet he still had a very good reputation and he had some money stashed away. He had a slim mustache and was in good shape otherwise for his age. He had a.