Shebraced herself on the windowsill to try and hide anymotion from Mrs. Smith. She wanted to fuck back. Shewanted to slam herself into him, but the wi...dowsill andMrs. Smith’s attention prevented any of that. She couldfeel the sloppy wetness of their fucking. Go away, shethought to herself, go away go away go away.“Honey, I’m going down to the store. Y’want anything?”“Um… Uh… N… N… No. No. Can’t think of anything.Thanks. Thanks. "But, I... asked for semi litereate..." I stammered.She laughed."Don't worry,I also feel the same way about k**s.I might do some free lance journalism, take up some NGO causes,write some novels,articles...I won't be idle, but I won't work9 to 5, I will be there for k**s.Is it ok?" She smiled. I was so overjoyed, I could not resist lifting her from seat,hugging and kissing her. She also hugged me and returned the kiss. After few minutes of horny kissing and fondling she pushed me."Now, better. I pinned Abby up against the wall passionately kissed her, our tongues slipping around inside each others mouths. I slid my hand into the back of Abby's shirt, an fastening her bra and gently removing it and tossing it to the side, I placed my hand upon her firm breast slightly squeezing it while making circles around he nipple with my middle finger, she quivered with excitement and let out a small moan, I retraced my hand from her shirt and pulled it off over her head she stood there, so. A sigh escaped her lips as her fingers did their work. They teased her needy pussy, pulling her lips apart, slipping inside, then circling her clit again. They kept her on the edge, but never quite letting her reach her peak. Janet reveled in the self inflicted torture. Pussy juice flowed freely from her sex, bathing her loving fingers and dripping down the crack of her ass. Her skin flushed and a light sheen of sweat coated her heaving tits, beginning to darken the fabric of her teddy.Just as.