'Please...' I slid deep into her again and her body reacted immediately. I felt her leg quiver as she struggled to keep it wrapped around me and her b...ck arched, thrusting her hips down onto my length. She reached above her head to grip the table edge and steady herself. I followed the line of her body with my longing gaze. Her eyes were closed now, her thoughts lost in the carnal pleasure she was receiving. My eyes trailed up to my office door. It was open. In the doorway stood Karl. He was. I easily avoided her swing and caught her arm. Now, we are both seething with rage. As she struggles to strike me again, I hold her back and one of her legs slides off the couch. Now I have one leg between hers , trying to calm her down. She squirms even more and, as she does, those wide legged pants slide even further open, and without almost noticing , I look down and and see that her pussy is completely exposed to me. Even though I despise her, the sight of her starts to make me become. Feather light touches glide down my body, dipping into the bare gaps left by knots, stirring my already aching passion. the fingers pause at the drenched knots at my pussy, your husky voice tells me that cum soaked silk is hard to untie, and i hear the snick of a blade opening. i freeze, quivering with a potent mix of fear, lust and an element of the unknown. the silk parts with a sigh, and i hear you growl at the sight of my glistening folds. the bed dips as you move between my legs, and i. She quietly crept over to the garage, and grabbed the first vehicle that caught her eye. Bruce was a true collector, having over 80 vehicles of all kinds, sorted by type. Jeeps, cars, pickups, motorcycles, and others were lined up in the garage, sorted by type and class. And they were not necessarily very valuable. A classic 19641/2 Ford Mustang convertible sat next to a 1968 Toyota Corolla. Although the pony car was by far more valuable, he still seemed to treasure the classic family car next.