”Massaging her clit once again, you make it your sole goal to make Syd cum from her sopping wet vagina. “This feels so wrong, but I want to cum fo... you so bad,” she says. “And the fact that it feels so wrong just makes me more horny! Push on my clit and make me cum, baby.”You turn your hand so that your thumb is hovering over her clitoris, and press down on it.“OH MY GOD FUCK YES! YES!”Syd grabs the desk below her with both of her hands and a river of cum rushes out of her vagina like Niagara. “Come here Hema, U know how to dress up slutty. Mmmmm…”. She made a sexy walk to me swaying her hips and I soon had my tongue down her throat. Our hands started feeling each others body. I moved his face to my neck and then to my cleavage. She had been sqeezing my tits and trying to feel my pussy through my skirt. “Suck me honey, make mommy happy” I uttered biting my lips. “Seems mommy is too horny today” she was unbuttoning my blouse and started feeding on my bra clad tits. I went weak and. Kyle was everything I looked for in a guy. He was musically talented, had a great job, could make me laugh when I didn’t think I was in any mood to laugh, a smile to brighten anyone’s day. I mean he was perfect. He stood about five foot ten, weighed around 170 pounds, dark hair, brown eyes. A total catch and then some, but I never let him know it, cause I didn’t want to ruin our great friendship. The only bad thing was, he worked all the time, leaving late nights if he was home and not working. Inviting, or accepting his presence, which is the same thing, says that he had some kind of arrangement with them, and our source told us that the arrangement would have included delivering Khodorovsky to be taken out. Ivan was supposed to be his driver at the time of the shooting, but we are told that he never would have stepped out of the armored vehicle, and that the shooters would have had no interest in taking him out. No matter how we look at it, Ivan had crossed over, and it would follow.