"Oh God yes," she sighed, "it feels so nice and Pat's squeezing my boobs too." There're fucking tits not boobs you slut," I called out."He's squeezing...my tits," she amended."Just like Ben did on our wedding day," I said."Yes, yes, just like that," she said her voice becoming strained now."Tell me about Ben squeezed your tits," I ordered."Yes tell us," said Ben over the loud speaker."Please it was just a little squeeze," she said. "You caught me coming down from changing into my going away. She did not want to waste time. Sheila just rolled over on all fours, put her head down on the bed and raised her curvy ass in the air. I looked at these beautiful cheeks and wanted to just drive my cock in her very tight asshole; but I knew it would be better for her to warm up to it. I knelt behind my sensual Boss and slipped my cock into her pussy from behind, making her gasp and moan with pleasure. I fucked her slowly and then I began to play with her tiny dark rosebud. I teased her rear. And some guy who might be dead on the floor.“I just got up and walked out. Fuck it. Didn’t even wait to see if he was okay. I got a text later that he was fine. By then I’d already taken all my money outta the bank and bought my bus ticket.“If I hadn’t seen the dead guy I wouldn’t be here now.”Pause.“Dolph?” I asked.“What?”“His name was Dolph? Your boyfriend? Weird name is all.”“Tell me about it. No, his real name was Ted, but he hated it. He looked a little like an actor we saw in a movie. One of Gemma’s very characteristic orgasmic patterns is a sequence of three climaxes in a row, with hardly a break between them, each stronger than the one before. There’s a pause after the first, while she draws a few gasping breaths, then the second one begins to build. She doesn’t really do anything to start it; it’s as if some kind of dynamo deep inside her starts up and begins sending out pulses of erotic energy all through her body, and she gets caught up in the current – at least that’s.