She let out a groan as my fingers slipped in to the wet hole. More than anything I wanted to eat her pussy, so mid-fuck, I turned round in to the 69 p...sition. I was on top, her gaping wet pussy was directly under my face, and her legs were spread wide apart, her crotch heaving up and down eager for me to eat her cunt.I looked down at the object of my desire, one of nature's more beautiful creations, a woman's pussy. A lovely wet tunnel so full of sensitive nerves endings. I took a moment to. If it goes well you will be able to feel it in your vagina."Susie tried. Staring at the monstrous organ, which stood up to the god's shoulders, she pictured Howard's lusty prick in its place, then Phil's standing up out of those pink panties he had worn. The column of cock seemed to recede in her vision, traveling away, returning with a rush toward her, then racing off. Her legs and back hurt, her arms ached, and her intertwined feet were agony. But a glance at Gwen, back straight and breasts. I may not call him as a witness but he will be far more effective if what he says is straight off the cuff."Corsellis nodded. He had confidence in this young man and in Isobel whom he had grown to trust, respect and like.At around ten the two solicitors arrived. Isobel did waitress with the pretty indifferent coffee provided by the court. Gerry introduced himself and then the others to each other."Now, Mr Morris and Mrs Hardwick," he said to the two solicitors, "it is quite proper that you. “As much as I’d like to,” he says smiling, “he sounded urgent.”“Getting ready can sometimes take a little bit of time,” she says playfully. “Besides it’s the weekend.”“It is and I don’t like it any more than you,” he says. Weekends are a gift when they can get them. Fighting the Goji doesn’t end when the day ends on Friday. “But the world doesn’t stop on the weekend.” Sam pretends to pout and he kisses her. “But traffic can be a bitch, especially on the weekend.”Sam smiles and pushes him onto.