She could feel his cock resting against her pussy as she tried to find her breath. "I need you so badly Jer..." She breathed. "Tell me who's pussy thi... is?" he taunted, kissing her neck. Marisa panted, "Yours, Jeremy, this is your pussy. All yours. My pussy is all yours." Jeremy grunted in satisfaction, pulling her head around so he could kiss her as he lay his stomach against her back and slowly started forcing himself inside her tight cunt. She was so tight and wet that he felt lightheaded. I also told him once the cameras had stopped rolling and in confidence, that it was my intention to ask Amanda to marry me again. He was delighted and I could see he was trying to figure out how to work this into the final part of the last episode. I made it easy for him and told him, if he wanted to film it, he needed to be in Sicily in July. I hadn’t shared this information with anyone yet, but I was hoping to make it a joint wedding with James and Sheila or failing that while they were still. ...,'' he muttered.''For what?? ''I asked.''A clean glass.'' I knew they were in the bottom draws.. perfect I thought.''Oh I'll get them wait there.''I bent down hoping he was watching my dress pull up to show my ass.''Thanks,'' he sounded uneasy, must be working I thought.''Here we go.. typical man cant find a thing'' I winked.''Thanks Katie.''''You're welcome,'' I smiledHe wouldn't move from the door way and I could see why- a nice bulge in his pants told me he wanted me as much as I wanted. Last year, a marine biology expert had joined the staff on the condition that he be allowed to bring his wife with him. That was Lucille Wells, and she stayed out of sight so much that she might as well have lived elsewhere. The only time she came out of her trailer was to teach a leather-working class, and she only did it to keep from being bored.It was a bit of a shame, too, Brooks reflected. Her husband was busy throughout the day with his counseling and guidance duties. Lucille was petite,.