Her wardrobe was primarily business-formal, heavy on skirt suits and evening dresses for the various socials and galas she would attend, and her shoes...were almost exclusively high heels, made by the hottest fashion houses of Europe.She had no shortage of lovers, but very few long-term connections. She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride,. "I feel like soaking my ass in the water!" Cissy whispered. "I think he made me bleed!" And you wanted Derek to fuck your asshole," Pam said under her breath. "He'd have split you in half." Hey!" Cissy cried. "He never gave us our hundred dollars! The dirty old man!" Who cares?" Pam said. "We both got a good fuck out of him. I'm just glad he didn't have a heart attack while he was doing us. We'd have had a lot of explaining to do then." Those college guys over there are looking at us," Cissy. His cock head was so swiftly rubbing my cunt that I was soon loosing my resistance. I was whimpering, “Atul, you have had enough of your mother’s cunt. Can’t you hold up?”“Not any more,” Atul groaned. “I will keep fucking you even if your pussy gets wrinkled.”Atul swayed back for a split second before humping his cock hard into my pussy with all his strength. I could hear to a ‘plop’ as his hard cock easily found its way into my pussy which had been moist since long.I attempted to beg and plead. ’ ‘Of what Mario, the plate or what – what are you doing down there apart from looking up my skirt?’ ‘Louise, you can call me Fabby like everyone does and you can’t blame a guy for admiring a nice pair of thighs.’ .She held her stance, feeling his warm hand run up the inside of her leg right up to her thigh, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Before long Mario’s head was up her skirt too sniffing her femininity like it was a meal waiting to be served. It was of no use trying to resist.