. . ."Kneeling quickly between her legs, he spread her labia and forcefully squeezed the hood of her clitoris, pulling it up and down over the wet, sw...llen head of her clitoris. Frances responded immediately, opening her legs wide open to him, moaning and whimpering with each stroke and pinching her own nipples between her long fingers. Without interrupting his work on her clitoris, he slid the index finger of his left hand into the pink wetness of her vagina, causing Frances to moan loudly.. ‘Morning, Ms. Banks.’ he said. ‘Hello, Arnold.’ she said back in return. Jane was a woman in her fifties with brown eyes and brick-colored hair. She was starting to show signs of age, with wrinkles and a few grey hairs. People generally found her to be warm and friendly, but then again no one knew that much about her. She had moved when she had grown up. No one was really sure why anyone lived there. She liked living in this little town out in the English countryside. She wasn’t married and she. Yet.“I need this,” the goodwife moaned, rubbing at my cock through my leather trousers, her big breasts exposed to my hungry gaze. They swayed, so soft and pillowy, her nipples dark-red and so hard, just begging to be sucked on.“You'll get it,” I grinned, my dick twitching. “After I make you quiver.”She let out a panting moan and shoved down her skirt while lifting her ass to expose her body beneath. She pulled off her blouse last then stretched naked on her marital bed. Her big tits formed two. " That's a lie!" So what was she doing on the bedroom side of the house?" I asked. That made the Mom pause. "There's also these scratches on my wrist and hand from where she tried to take my keys from me. Not to mention the imprint of the keys in my hand, or the bruises I have from where she hit and kicked me." I said lifting my shirt high enough so they could see them. Sure I heal fast but not that fast. It takes a couple minutes at least. And pale skin shows bruises so easily. "Besides," I.