A thirty-plus male divorcee was thrashing on the carpet on the living room here in this house; it was difficult to make out details from the outside; ...ut with image enhancement Jessie could see curly-haired female figures on all fours, squealing with glee as the shape of a man with three golf-club length cocks delivered a series of full-body, pounding thrusts into her from behind. The microphones picked up words that sounded like: "My Ass! Do me in the Ass!"Another naked, female shape was. And it clearly was that at the very least. What would he be thinking once he knew that she had accepted a half a million dollars from his brother, his hated brother?She loved him, Julian; she was sure of that. She wanted to marry him in the worst way. Maybe she should just give the money back and try to get Julian to mend fences with the family anyway. She had to think. There was the practical side of things and there was the emotional side of things. The emotional side would always trump the. I followed, already cursing myself for letting my excitement and desire ruin a friendship that had been becoming very important to me. For disappointing a friend. For losing a possible lover, just to watch other people making love. For being an idiotic, self-indulgent, perverse, voyeuristic weirdo.By the time I caught up with Cindy in the kitchen, I utterly hated myself - even though I knew that I would do it again, given the chance. She turned to face me, her arms folded on those breasts -. You say, “I will guide you in the beginning baby but the you will be flying off on your own wings baby.You place both hands upon my ears and guide my head down to your pussy. I can hear my hear racing. The sound of my heart pounding is broken, by your pillow talk voice saying, “Now lick mommies’ pussy like ice cream. And not just any ice cream. I want you to pretend that it a hot sunny day. You have an ice cream cone in your hand that is melting. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot.