“You could put on the burka,” Oscar replied without reacting to the angry expression on her face. He knew that suggestion was going to get a rise ...ut of her. She was still wearing her fatigues and had sworn that she wasn’t going to put on the burka ever again. For some reason she really hated that outfit.“Let me be more precise. You are a pervert because you like granny hair and for me to wear a sack that covers me from head to toe,” Georgia said looking up at the sky as if seeking protection. Moaning with every squeeze.Katelynn sat up and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hand reached in a pulled out my hardened shaft. Sliding down, her lips engulfed the head of my cock taking it all in. She gagged for just a second then she slid up and pushed my cock past her pussy lips until I was fully in her. Then she began to ride my cock with a lot of passion. Her passion fueled mine.Her hips bucked, faster and faster ads her hands braced herself on my bare chest. My hand was holding her waist as my. The fantasy was simply about having a massage and ending up having sex with the masseuse--pretty run of the mill, really, but it had been a persistent fantasy of hers for some time. Strange, but she had never discussed it with her partner. She never seriously thought it would be possible to turn this fantasy into reality, but she thought she could at least lie there while the masseur’s hands moved over her, and use her imagination… She phoned up right away, and a woman with a soft voice. That’s why Jean had set up the two of them to have their affair. She hadn’t feared that Emma would actually steal Scott away from her because she had understood that Emma needed Jean around. Needed the thrill of getting Scott to cheat. Taking him completely wasn’t an option.‘Just like how I need Scott taken for me to orgasm.’Jean bit her lip.‘And god do I miss cumming!’The psychic had known for ages that she was into cuckqueening. Men could do anything to her body, completely devote themselves.