After unbuttoning your shirt down to your belt I run my tongue along your bare skin. I nibble, lick, and kiss my way up and down your chest moving in...slow circles until I reach your waist. You are shuddering with anticipation and I am so wet my juice runs down the insides of my puss the way cum will the morning after a night of fucking. I dip my fingers into my puss and put them to your lips so you can smell the muskiness and taste the sweetness. I return to your pants. I softly place. She began to respond again, pulling her hips up to meet every thrust, then moaning again, he said "do you like that long thick cock", she nodded, then we were kissing and me fucking her with faster and harder strokes, I felt her tightening around my cock and knew we were going to come togather, and we did. I was not using a condom, and I filled up that hot pussy, her husband still gently squeezing me. We rested for awhile and talked, they were really nice people. Then they had me get to the. I left her sleeping and went to do what I’d set out for a couple of hours earlier. When I returned I knocked on her door. When she answered I told her to get dressed up for dinner in an hour.The restaurant was nicer than she had ever been in, I was informed. Her manners were good and she was feeling much better about herself. Of course I got invited “in” for dessert. In the afterglow of the third good piece in eight hours, I was wondering what I could do for this needy young woman.I was almost. Westbrook, the retail tycoon. Since then, Danny had researched his supposed father in detail. Tyler Westbrook was sixty-one and he had built a large business empire from scratch. Westbrook Corp. was the entity behind several high end fashion chains, a mail order house and a string of sporting goods stores. The original Westbrook’s shops were also still in operation offering mostly useless but expensive gadgets for “the distinguishing gentleman”. Forbes pegged Tyler’s net worth at.