At this point Gloria was in such a deep depression, the thought of fighting to keep her home and file for bankruptcy never entered her mind. Her only ...ords to the agent that stood before her were, ‘You bastard! If I had my children here with me I wouldn’t be in this situation. I would give anything to have them back with me, but they are dead and my husband, their father died with them two years ago.’ When those words rolled off Gloria’s lips she fell to the floor, doing the only thing she’d. "I wont be near the cum."She still resisted, but as my tongue found her clit she gave up and as I gently liked up and down along the edges of her clit she let her head roll back and began to get into it. Soon she was moaning softly and her hips began to sway and as I sucked and licked at her swollen clit I would let my tongue drift lower and lower. Soon I got a taste of my cum but continued to mostly concentrate on her clit while my cock began to grow hard again as I imagined it wasn't my cum I. A guard started yelling at me."It's my husband," I cried. Maybe it was something in my expression ... Maybe it was the fact that I was wearing shorts that a stripper wouldn't wear and my bra-less boobs were fighting for attention under the thin t-shirt I wore, but whatever it was, he softened his stance."Ma'am, I hope your husband is fine," he said. "I really do. But you can't leave your car here. They'll tow it away."I went back to the car. The keys were still in it. I turned to look at him.. Her body was already responding to his nearness, and she knew what would happen if she told him the truth or called for Greta. Yet he was not only a man she’d never met but Daisy’s man as well, and Daisy was her friend. In so much as she could be said to have a friend, in her secret stowaway life. Rather say that Daisy had been kind to her. She was on her side, facing the wall. He crowded close along her back and reached around to cup a breast. Her nipple immediately grew taut in his palm. He.