"Are you staying in?" She asked tersely and Adam looked at Carl who took another swig."And what if we are? It's his fucking house too."Tabitha scowled...and shook her head. "No, we are off to the pub," Adam replied."No, straight up. It's ya house too. Bitch can't tell ya what to do." Tabitha winced as Carl spoke and touched her belly."You OK?" Adam asked and she nodded."Fine," she muttered. "Be better when the filth is out of my house." Filth?" Carl cried, finishing his can of beer. "I proper. .. DO IT... I LOVE IT BACK THERE... OOH SHIT where did you learn to FUCK ASS LIKE THAT??" ('Thank you Tina!!')Her pre-orgasmic chatter and the sensations within her behind did a yeoman's job of keeping my fuse lit! (That she was again finger-fucking her-self bent over like that didn't let the cat piss on my matches either. Damn she was HOT!)No matter the breadth of her ass, it was classically attractive!! Master figure painter Peter Paul Rubens would have loved to immortalize Ms., 'M's figure,. She moans softly in a daze as I sit down next to her on the bed. The smell of sweat and sex around us is exhilarating. I breathe her in deeply savoring the scent. ‘I had such a good dream,’ she murmurs. ‘Yeah?’ I whisper into her hair. She turns to look at me and smiles sweetly. ‘That was no dream sweetheart,’ I boast running my hand down her back. She closes her eyes and grins mischievously. ‘I’m not finished with you yet,’ I remind her softly. ‘I can’t,’ she counters, ‘ I have nothing left.. His tongue licking my tongue.His lips savoring my lips.Still kissing, d lead me around the room.And I sensed that he sat on a chair or something.He unbuckled my jeans and just dropped it to the level where he could see my g-string covered ass.D asked me to turn over.Ohhhh.By his voice expression I knew he was totally turned on.D turned me again to face him.He was kneading my cute buns and squeezing it.His both hands now were massaging my oiled butt in circular motions.D now turned his attention.