OMG, she thought. The son of a bitch was taking the rubber off?As she started to protest, she could feel the burning black cock enter her pussy again....At the same time, he went back to frenching her hard, as his cock again bottomed out in her.She shook her head no, but already her hips were given her away, as she met his thrusts as hard as she could.Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her husband again furiously jacking off, as the remnants of his last cum was being splattered over both. I could feel the air teasing my pussy lips. I was getting a little wet by the strange sensation, and took a slow, deep breath. “H-hun now what?” “Start playing with yourself, a little. Get your fingers on your clit and start rubbing.”My left hand slowly slid down toward my sex. I place an index finger on my clit and started to rub. I squirmed a bit and let out a light gasp of pleasure as I felt myself tingle. I bit my lip and arched my back a little. These feelings were wonderful and somewhat. She had come to the conclusion that the French speaking priest had assumed that all of her most mortal of sins were expression of her internal thoughts and not actual reality as she had related them in the difficult to understand English language. When she spoke of opening her mouth wide to take the long thick cocks inside until they spurted their seeds of sin deep into her waiting belly, he assumed she was talking about her fantasies and not actual actions she had taken in the course of her. She saw a middle aged whore; attractive and desirable dressed in her black leather miniskirt and leopard-skin print nylon blouse. Michele adjusted her skirt where it had rode up in the car so that the hem was mid-thigh, nicely displaying her black stockinged legs which drew her eyes down to her black high-heeled sandals; her red painted toenails just visible through the diaphanous nylon. Her pretty painted face was framed by the brunette wig; the lighter tints in her hair highlighted by the.