“Shoot your load inside me.” Her hands went up to my nipples, and her fingernails played with them. That was fucking it . . . my nipples are so se...sitive and she found a weak link. “UGHHHH,” I shouted as jolts of pleasure ran across my nipples. She noticed and scrapped her nails in circular motions around and around my hard nips. My hips bucked, my back arched, I held completely still as my buried cock ejaculated streams of spunk into her wet, welcoming, pussy. She wiggled beneath me, and my. “You don’t seriously think I’m that idiotic do you? I have indeed seen a copy of a recent contract. More than one in fact. When our legal eagles went through them, they noticed they were all subtly different. As such I have no intention of letting you see the copies I have. I suspect that at the very least they will lead back to a very small number of people.”Hugh Graham did indeed want the contracts for that very reason, and his fury at her denial showed briefly in his eyes. In fact any. I had a vasectomy years before so I knew she could not get pregnant. I was a little worried about std but had no rubbers in the house so I knew I would be taking a big chance but by now my lust had taken complete control of me and I wanted her real bad. I said well at least let me get a blanket so we will be more comfortable and won't get all itchy. I was not going to let her in the house or go in to her house. She said she would go get her blanket and she did spreading in out in the grass. Her legs were drawn up and – quite by chance – I managed a glimpse of the nexus of her legs. Her labia were perfectly outlined by the very snug material, as a seam in her shorts split them into two sublimely opposed crescents. ‘One more day, I think!’ I said cheerily, hoping my errant eyes hadn’t betrayed my sudden lecherous glance. ‘If I’m finished tomorrow, perhaps you’d like to see my greenhouse!’ ‘You have a greenhouse?!’ she bubbled. ‘Can I see it now?’ ‘Well, I suppose…’ I hesitated. I.