" What a moron," Will said. "Breaking in and tearing up that house was bad enough, but the arson will get him twenty years in whatever shithole they c...ll a state prison here. If someone got killed in that mess, he's looking at life without parole." Yeah, well, thinking is not his strong suit," she said. "Let's go grab a hotel room tonight, okay? It's not like he left the place in usable shape anyway." I'm sure Bob and Christa would be glad to put us up in the guest room for the night." No,. I knew that she was touching herself as well.I continued, “I then moved your panties to the side so I could touch your pussy lips with my fingers. I watched as you began to ooze a hot white creamy liquid out of your throbbing vagina. My fingers moved up and down, and I gently opened your pussy. Then I move my hand up a little and gently touch your very tender clitoris.”My imagination grew with my hard cock. Even though I was not touching it at that moment, I felt a pre-come ooze out of me. I. She held herself very straight, and the muscles in her legs moved under her tight denim leggings as she rode.She wore a faded old t-shirt which she’d had for years and was now a bit tight about the chest. She had a trim waist and small, pert breasts and this morning she had clearly decided against wearing a bra, I watched her rounded backside rise and fall as Rosie clopped across the courtyard. When she got to the open gate, she turned and looked back at me. She gave a tight little smile - she. I drew circles around it and she began to squirm and moan a little. When she opened her legs and rolled over I lay down on top of her and moved her panties to the side. She was wet and hot when I entered her. *** I had known he would come to me, and when I felt his touch I wanted him inside so I went along and spread my legs for him. Jack had a large cock head and it stung when he entered me, but I loved it, it’s like his calling card, I know it is my husband fucking me. As he slid all the.