The car accelerated up again, and the crowd vanished.“Now!” she cried. I squelched out of her cunt, she arched her back and leaned farther forward... I positioned my dripping cock at her brown knot, then pushed gently. She shoved hard against me again, and I found myself deep inside her.Her ass was much tighter than her cunt, and I was already close to cumming, but she got there ahead of me. She started whimpering, getting louder and faster, until she was sobbing as she came, tits shivering, her. Malissa could feel herself slipping, walking the razors edge of sanity.Everyone inside cried out to know where she was, how she was. We beganto slip off the deep end again, no sleep, no rest, her constantly on ourmind.It was all we could think of, all consuming. We had to find her, therewere no other options. It was a busy three days, first an address, thena phone number. The phone number led us to her Ex-husband, who wasn'thelpful at all. A deeper search gave us three other numbers.The profile. "S-so..." She panted softly as the kiss broke, "What now?"He could hear the eagerness in her voice, echoed by the beating of his heart in his chest and in response he began to leave soft angel kisses on her skin, working downwards in a zigzag pattern."Mmf..." Izabel whimpered cutely as she gripped the sheets in her hands, feeling his soft lips pressing into the firmness of her collarbone, then across her chest to sink into the softness of her breasts, missing her nipples as they ventured. Ignore the grammatical errors.I’ve penned down many stories here on ISS. This story(read: real incident) is two weeks old. I got a mail appreciating my writing skills and the encounters from a reader. I acknowledged it and i was overwhelmed by the praises thrown at me by a reader. We both exchanged a series of mails and got to know each other and made herself comfortable. We took the next step by chatting in Hangout. She had to tell that she hails from Chennai too. She told her pet name as.