" Okay, I'll be right. Just do it, honey."Given the green light by his wife, his hands gripped her hips more firmly and he thrust his pelvis forward a...ain. This time, his cock travelled through her prolonged scream as he buried two more inches up her arse. Pausing only for a moment, John decided to bring the process of getting up inside her to a swift conclusion, ending the agonising step-by-step stages and he shoved his cock hard one more time.His cock drove home, his tightening balls banging. "Who's that?" he asked curiously, "is that a mirror, or what?" My sweet innocent," purred Julie, still tugging at his clothes, "that is a mirror yes and it goes through to another bedroom." Why, that's Gary, your husband," stammered Bob."Of course darling, who else. This is his house you know."Bob felt his cock begin to lurch in his pants as he watched his best friend licking some hotly churning girl's naked cunt... really doing her in! The girl seemed to really like it too from the way she was. While the first one is a worldwide known marble and brick series of museums, the later is a collection of clap-trap wooden row house once populated with families of the huge and historic mill. The Robesonian, which Missy the instigative reporter hasMissy had done her part to dress the part, especially when the employees gathered outside in the parking lot for a cookout at the Robesonian. Among the staff attending was, Missy, the pretty brown-haired reporter with the straight hair. Her light. It was Thursday morning, time to head to work, Oh Joy. Another day of the same ol’ shit. We passed each other in the hall and kept going. Half way there I turned my car to the south and kept driving. I called in at the last minute and said I was sick. Yep, sick of the entire mess I call my life. I only stopped twice before lunch, once to get coffee, the other to get rid of the same coffee. I pulled into a little roadside diner and ordered lunch. I parked at the back of the lot and looked out.