She moans with the rhythm of my finger fucking as a break our lip lock and start to suck on her neck as I finger her. I couldn't believe, I'm here m**...**ing a co workers wife in the hallway at a party... that notion hit me when i hear "oh shit" I spin to turn around notice another guy ...stunned at what he was seeing. He was a guy that worked in different department I wasn't even sure his name. He started to apologize then he noticed who the woman was... wait a minute isn't that Jay's wife. His rhythm slowed, his hips bucking against hers. His face was beet red, his mouth agape, his eyes pressed shut. then it happened.I watched as Shankarone boss buttocks clenched and unclenched, holding the length of his penis within my mom, who was writhing hard beneath him, mewling almost like a cat. I saw the base of his penis throb, knowing that he was shooting his seed deep into my mom’s unprotected womb. Her legs rubbed his legs again, her belly clenched up. A few moments later, both of. ”“Did you even have a boyfriend before Mike?” Marie asked.“No. But so what? This is exactly what I want and I see no point in waiting.”“But you haven’t really experienced life!”“Again, so? And what experience do you mean? Sex? I see no good argument for having sex with anyone except my husband. Partying? I don’t see the point.”“What about college?” Marie asked.“I don’t need college to be fulfilled,” Elizaveta said firmly. “I have all the training I need to be a wife and mother, and those,. You can last till tomorrow can’t you?” Buttercup nodded, although Tracey felt her hunger quite acutely. The taste of alcohol had aroused her appetite, and she was now acutely aware of how little she’d had to eat since she’d left Throb. She sighed to herself, but accepted that she was now totally indebted to Delta. Delta led them through the village, introducing the girls to other women, similarly hirsute and naked, who all had names with numbers. It seemed to be a Gomorran thing. Epsilon Nine.