IM CUMMINNGGG AGAINNNN!!" Vanessa said moaning loudly in pleasure.As always, before the previous orgasm has settled, Tyrone has started fucking her ag...in. "You are mine Vanessa. You hear me? I own you from now on! Your pussy belongs to me. I fucking own your pussy!" He said whilst fucking her brains out."YESSS...YESS...YESSSS TYRONEEE... IM YOURS BABY...IM YOURSS...YOU OWN ME...YOU OWN MY PUSSYYYY...I DO ANYTHING YOU WANT BABY...MY PUSSY NOW BELONGS TO YOU!!" Vanessa screamed whilst wrapping. Greg was now sure he was staring but managed to look away in time, or so he thought, just as she turned and looked in his direction. He hadn’t been quite quick enough however and raising an eyebrow, she pursed her lips as she detected his interest; before turning on her precarious heels and pushing her trolley forward.Greg had been in a sexual wilderness for the last couple of months since the divorce ? well if the truth be known, and for about eighteen months prior to the divorce coming. I’m unable to speak to answer him, his hands wander over my skin. My skin is hot on fire where he touches me. My body tingles as I arch my back up, and the head of his cock pushes deeply inside my mouth. I can taste his pre-cum begin to fill my throat. I swallow deeply on him. I can feel his hands move down between my legs, and begin to play with my sex. He easily finds my nub, he pinches and pulls on my swollen, tender. “I want you to come for my slut, as I come in your throat. Do you. . in the same key.I watched Gerry connecting his amp and guitar, and I had remembered something. "Gerry? Do you know Wendy Jones?"Gerry looked up at me, surprised. "Yeah. I called her a few days ago. Why?" Wendy's a friend of mine. I remember her telling me about a boy that played guitar. I had thought it was you." You hang out with Wendy?" Gerry asked, impressed. "She's a really nice babe." Yeah. I hang out with all her friends." She's friends with Kristen now," Gerry said."I know. Kristen's.