"He looked past her to his front door."That's a great way to get me a kicking, Misha." What?"He kept looking at the door. "That's a great way for your...husband to come over here after finding out I screwed his wife, and give me a kicking."She took his face in both her hands before looking into his eyes."That won't happen; I'll keep you from harm." And she meant it, at that very moment she would have stood in front of a train for him.He scoffed."You aren't going to stop a raging, fit young man. Kent, but you don't seem to be interested in the tattoo at all," Mariegasped, as she felt Mr. Kent's fingers run lightly, and then more forcefullyover her private parts, through her panties. "Like you didn't know what I would be interested in, when you started thiswhole game." Mr. Kent said, a sudden measure of confidence in his voice, ashe began to massage and maul Marie's wet cunt beneath the panties. Marie said nothing, even when Mr. Kent slipped her panties entirely offher and stuck his. ‘It seems to me,’ I began, ‘that you are a little overdressed.’ I lifted her top slightly and bent down to begin kissing her stomach. I placed my hands on her hips and began sliding them down until I reached the waistband of her panties. I begin tracing circles on her stomach with my tongue and as I slid her panties down, followed them down with my tongue. She sighed as I reached up with one hand to gently rub her pussy. ‘You don’t seem comfortable standing here,’ Kathryn whispered while. “No.” I rolled off of her and savagely thrust into Karen, rewarded by a moan of satisfaction from her and a whimper of frustration from Kassie. My hands gripped tightly on Karen’s hips, my cock continually thrusting in and out of her tight snatch, causing the bed to shake with the force of my movements. Over and over I impaled her on my shaft, her body wracked with an orgasm as she cried out incoherently. I reached below her and grabbed a swinging breast in each hand, fondling them roughly.