” I turned to Mme Bertha. “Thank you, Mme Bertha. It will be my pleasure.”“I talked to Sra. Martínez. She has your room available again this ...eekend, don Miguel.”Sofía waggled her eyebrows in what was a totally unsubtle manner. We’d been mildly flirting ever since the festival, not that anything terribly serious had happened. There were some kisses, some more intense than others, and Mme Bertha had been heard to clear her throat more than once, even if she didn’t say anything.I’d also been a. I moved my tongue up and buried it in her shitter. She let out a big moan and told me that I must want to say sorry, apparently dad had never done that before so I went to work swapping between ass and clit until she grabbed the back of my head and forced in harder in to her pussy. I lay still as she ground herself against my face before moaning that she was going to cum. She started to shudder as she came, I could feel the difference as she started to leak her juices on to my face. I couldn't. Blood was pouring out of his legs and he could feel it. A surge of strength came over him. He grabbed the grill on the front and car and lifted the front of the car off the ground. With graceful agility, he swung his bloody legs out from under the car. He tried to rise to his feet to walk toward home but his legs were too crushed to walk on. Silently, he prayed for a car to come along and save him. But it was a lonely forest road and several minutes passed without a car coming to save him. . Diana promptly moved her hand from my pussy, and went off with Dawn, to the bathroom. I was left again with my husband and Dan, both talking about how fine I was. I said nothing, but moved my head to Dan's shoulder, and spread my legs a little wider. I was wishing that those strong fingers would find my pussy, it had already began to ache, but the thought that my husband might not know exactly what Dan was doing to me, stopped those thoughts. His fingers had begun to linger more on my panty.