I grabbed Pat by the hips and began to fuck her with long slow strokes. Pat's moans became more high-pitched, which was a sign she was ready to orgasm...Pat complained when I pulled my dick out of her but happily went upstairs when I told her to. She was quicker than me, and when I arrived at the bedroom, she was lying on the bed with her legs spread, waiting.As inviting as Pat's fifty-six-year-old hairy pussy looked, I wanted to taste more of her honey and got Pat to sit on my face while she. What was she to me, now, though? We hadn't had time to discuss anything before we had sex. Laura almost certainly wouldn't want to share me with two other women, one of whom was the mother of my child. I didn't know what to do.---That night, I woke to the sound of singing coming through the wall separating my apartment from Laura's. I couldn't make out the tune but it sounded sad, yet hopeful. Laura wasn't big on singing, so it seemed odd to me. It did sound like her voice, though, rather than. So I start again but this time slower deep thrusts but I'm really shoving my cock as deep as I can possibly go inside her, and this whole time she's just moaning telling me to fuck her taking it like to amazing good girl she is. Then I start pounding away again leaning sideways a bit really giving it me all fucking her pussy sliding all the way out and pounding it back into her. Again I gotta slow down so I don't cum cause I really want to just keep fucking my slut all day.so now I stop again. It hit us from all directions. Power surged from Aingeal. She cursed as I struggled to keep control of the proxy. We spun, the mage attacking us with currents of air. He stared up at us, the hood of his black robes thrown back.He pulled out a vial and drank the pussy juices, the fuel for his spells. I bet those were Greta’s cream. I gave him access to my bedmaid, letting him harvest as much of her passion from her as he wanted while he enjoyed her body.It was a payment to discover my father’s.