.wardrobe, a few pairs of...mmmm...shoes and whatever you need...oh fuck...oh...God that's good...oh and grab some underwear for me as well.' The last...few words of my wife's orders were slightly stifled by the driver's mouth as they began to kiss passionately.I tore my eyes away from the lewd scene on our bed as the thrusting grew in intensity and the squeaks of the springs rose to new heights. Quickly I began to grab up the things she'd asked for along with a few things for myself. Throwing. ”She holds the phone to her ear, waiting for the right words to form. But nothing takes shape. She stares out the window of her loft and sees a young family head down their stoop and grab hands with one another. The parents look about her age.“You put me through so much… To just let me walk home, like a freaking jilted prom date.” Frustration colors every word. She whirls away from the window and the outside world. “You know what? Just go fuck yourself.”He snickers, “Actually, you’re going to. ’ He disappeared, closing the door behind him. Sasha sat back, feeling less nervous. Somehow, Jay was less daunting with a mother like that greeting her at the door. The smudge sticks and the pentagram were a sign of things not being in perfect order and to Sasha the white minimalist meant Jay like to be in control. The fact that he couldn’t control his mother made him less arresting. In a way, it humanised him, just as it had when she read about it. Turning to her right, she noticed up on the. He stopped eating her boob at this moment.She was shivering and moaning at his rhythm.“Oh my g…od!” She screamed as she shivered. Her eyes were tight shut.Her legs were meddling and after a while, as he pulled his hand away, she leant down against the glass, until she sat on the floor.“Ah…Oh my god…that was too much…!” She said as she squirted again and again.As she stood back up leant the side of her face and her palms against the glass, bending away from him, he placed his cock against her.