..” I almost forgot to keep myself quiet as his hips collided with my own, calling out with each thrust. A brush of his lips muffled me. My toes beg...n to curl.His breath began to come in grunts and moans, no distinguishable words among them. “God... oh God!” I however, was able to form a few. “Yes. Jack...oh!” The distance, only inches, became too much for me. I wrapped my arms around him tighter and pulled toward me. That time, he gave in. Hooking his arms underneath my body, he dropped. We'll be having a great poker game going. Then I'll start to wonder what Kathy's making for dinner. (She's the finest cook west of the Mississippi, anyway.) Then, like a fool, I'll make some comment, and over go the tables and out we go. And I go home to this."With that he caressed his wife's perfect body. When he did, Kathy turned in his arms and proceeded to melt her lips to his. As they kissed he cupped her trim ass cheeks in his large hands. She wriggled her body against his in delight when. I know not what made my mouth dip down and I smelled Sova’s moist pussy. Sova was breathing real heavy now. Her hands held my head as if to guide my face to the exact location. Pulled by some natural force my mouth went towards the slit went down to meet the source of that addictive smell and by instinct my tongue found the slit. Sova shuddered and moaned. Her moaning made go deeper and now my tongue were slipping all through the length of her slit. A wonderful tasting liquid was spilling out.. As suddenly as she’d appeared in his life, she was called to another conversation by another interesting guest. What on earth could Pierre do that would hold the attention of Catharine? Probably nothing. But it was too late, she was a part of him now, one he could not shake. Days drifted into weeks, weeks into months and Catharine still filled Pierre’s mind. He’d see her here or there, parties and premieres, but their interactions were limited and brief, far too brief, for Pierre. At night,.