Then Sara’s hands were roaming her flanks and Sonia felt a new tension rising in her. Sara cupped her breasts, slowly letting their weight slide fro... her hands and leaned forward to kiss Sonia on the side of her neck. ‘I’m jealous of your breasts,’ she whispered to Sonia, ‘I know Robert likes large breasts. I wish mine were larger.’ Sonia swallowed before responding, ‘Thank you, Sara.’ Sara dropped her lips back to Sonia’s neck and her hands slowly meandered down her belly. Sonia was breathing. .. and even more so now once I could get a good look at them. They were dress very urban with lots of black leather, dark sunglasses and bling around their hands and necks. It all shouted 'gangsta' or wanna-be in a rather loud and unsubtle way."We can get the money ... in full, to you by Wednesday! We've told you that! We need this property and you just can't sell it out from under us! If you do – we'll sue!" A second voice shouted. A moment later this was revealed to be the youngest white male. Jamie continued to undress dropping her pants and oddly enough she did have on panties on under her pants. It appeared to be a thong but sometimes from the front it is hard to tell if a thong is a thong or not. I had been spending a lot of time at Boss's parent's house with him in the months prior to the wedding and Jamie would stop by on her lunch break from work. I never saw a thong or any type of panty peeking above her pants and it seem no matter how much a man, woman or child tries their. I didn't care. Pussy was pussy. I slid into her greasy crevice and it sucked my cock in enthusiastically. I began fucking slowly, relishing the feeling of wetness and slick slimy pussy juice. God, I loved fucking. Especially pretty women of a certain age. They were special. She rolled herself up on top of me and began fucking me back, rising up and slowly cramming my cock back up into her cooze. She started slowly. Then she increased the pace. Up and down and faster and faster she fucked my.