" Her eyes locked into mine, as she moaned out in short grunts. Her body was starting to rock against mine as he picked up his pace. As I felt her lit...le body rocking against my chest and lap, she said staring into my eyes, "tha...tha...thank you", in between heavy moans and grunts. "Thank you for letting me get fucked." He really got excited when her heard her say that and he started pounding her pussy. Her body was almost slamming into mine in a rocking motion. He was fucking my wife right in. “You’re the one who wanted to stay up as late as possible, to stretch out our honeymoon.”“Aargh!” she groaned.The Cramers had to be at the ferry by five-thirty in the morning, which meant getting up no later than half past four. They needed to finish packing and then get a cab to pick them up at the resort; the shuttle bus didn’t run that early. The restaurant wasn’t open then either, which meant they would need to scrounge something on the ferry. Worse, Liz was simply not a morning person. It. "Jeff was licking as fast as he could to keep up with Linda's greedy slit and demanding crack. He could see her twisting her aroused nipples with wicked fingers and sharp nails. She was gasping at her own punishing hands delivering needed attention on her most sensitive weak points.His lips and tongue tasted a sublime mixture of scents that made his already rampant cock get even a bit harder as he worked diligently to bring his mother to a satisfying orgasm. He sensed she was almost there from. She accepted the invite and I led her backstage and out the stage door. Once outside she removed her topcoat to reveal that she was dressed like the my Dracula character. She wore a white tux shirt,vest and bow tie under a black tails tux jacket. The jacket was not an off the rack purchase, but appeared to have been tailored to her outstanding figure. Instead of tux slacks she had a short tight skirt made from the same material, black nylons and heels completed this ensemble. I noted that she.