It was some kind of orangey tartan, lined, and had big, round, black buttons. It had probably been very expensive when it was new, but Julie thought i... made Gabby look like a bag lady.She was pale, in a delicate kind of a way, and the skin on her face was still spotty, like that of a teenager's. She was pretty enough, but she had a bit of a limp, as one of her legs was shorter than the other.Julie imagined that Gabby's problems were due to an accident, or congenital, but had never felt close. I was quite keen to get my hands on them, I'd never felt a pair of silicone tits before. I sat in a leather chair beside her with a note pad and pen, appearing to write notes. It was difficult to ignore all the people around me, the cameras, the microphone boom, script editor, make-up people. The room was crowded with people all watching me and Vicky about to have sex. Inwardly, I shrugged my shoulders and thought, well you're being paid to screw this angel, so get on with it.I went through. Most of them arent even sure what to make for supper tonihgt,much less who they want to fuck.The prevailing myth is,that women cannot differentiate love for sex...This is BULLSHIT.Women KNOW exactly, what the difference between love and sex is, and they use this both ways to their advantage."Love" is the sex she gives to her husband,as a "reward" for getting her way,and maybe she mIGHT give him a blow job on his birthday,IF he pleases her,or just enough sex to keep her place as the "lady of the. Her body went rigid as a massive orgasm slammed into her, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I couldn't move. As her pussy was spasming, I couldn't take it anymore. My balls contracted and let loose a very large dose of sperm. As she passed out again, my cock kept pumping sperm into her womb. As her body started to relax, I collapsed on her, leaving my cock buried in her hot hole. I was panting trying to calm down. As I looked down at Betty, I said, "Betty, you are my slut forever, you.