I just turned her around and her milk tanks were hanging in front of me. In a swift motion I removed her gown and here was my dream girl standing just...in a thong. The bitch was well prepared. I don’t know how much time I spent on her tanks pressing, biting, licking, chewing them but when I left them they were red as hell. She was so horny that I would see her thong wet and juices dripping. She just pushed me on the couch and removed her thong and sat on my dick. No foreplay bitch? I asked. She. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card and handed it to James. He looked at it. It read simply; “Sherri A.” Her cell number was below. “I’ll call you,” he whispered. * Sherri got into the car with her husband, Stewart, who was fifty-five. He was thick in the middle and balding on the top. He pulled out into the street and settled down to driving home. “Why are you so sullen?” Sherri asked. It was an accusation. She knew that her accusations always made him angry. . She broke the kiss and, half closing her eyes, practically snarled “Fuck me harder you bastard. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” She was yelling now. So Ian fucked harder. This didn’t quieten her, just the reverse.I grabbed my digital camera and started to snap. We took it in turns, when Ian was fucking my wife I took shots and he did the same when I was fucking her. We used her like a fuck doll. At one point Ian had her legs over his shoulders and had her nipples squashed. "Sitting on far side of the low wall that bordered the fountain wasGrace de Messembry. "It's only a copy you know Sophie dear, even if a very good one.Quite exquisite in its way albeit a trifle overblown for my taste."She waved a languid gloved hand at the fountain behind her. "The original is in Bologna I think. Or is it Padua? Well somewherein Italy anyway. The belle ?poque of Renaissance sculpture so theysay. So very apt don't you think dear?"David's mouth felt suddenly dry. His heart heavy.