He watches Jill's ass bounce up and down and he places his hands on her hips again. He really loves these hips. Jill feels his hands and rides his coc... even faster and harder. Carl loves this new sensation and doesn't want it to stop. Trying something new Carl grabs Jill's hair and pulls on it slightly. He gets a reaction that he isn't expecting. She pushes hard on his cock and then starts grinding her soaking wet pussy on it. He pulls a little more on her hair and gets even more grinding. Jill. It was a summer day and I was home for the weekend. I had been out to the local bar drinking and decided that I had had enough and didn’t want to get totally wasted that night. So I said my good-byes to everyone there and walked home.When I got home I was just going to relax and watch a little TV but my father was home watching sports. I was never a big sports fan so got my radio and went out to sit on the porch listening to the best music ever made of the 60’s and 70’s. While sitting there. I called my wife's cell and that when I nearly passed out. I could faintly hear the distinctive ringtone on her phone that rings when I call coming from the room next door. I stood frozen in a mix of silence and a muffled party next door trying to hear it for sure then voice mail. I couldn't leave a message. I just hung up. I called back but this time put my ear to the wall and there was no mistake, my wife's phone was ringing in the room next door. The same room that just a little while. Becca drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by an odd throbbing sensation deep within her vagina. She rubbed her belly and felt the kitten moving inside."Settle down in there," she told her twat tenant. "Whatever you're doing hurts!"The next morning, Becca couldn't feel the kitten inside her pussy. She stuck her fingers up as far as she could reach, but there was no sign of it. She searched the shoebox and looked all over the house for it. Just as she was about to give up hope, Becca stroked.