She shuddered on the point of my tongue and melted in my grasp like ice cream facing the inevitability of summer heat wearing down the circled wagons ...f her consummate final line of defense against anal invaders of her secret garden. I could see her fingers busy with her sensitive nipples and realized she was merely prolonging the moment leading up to her explosion of female release. I quickly moved back to her greedy clit knowing with the benefit of years of experience that was where she. “Hey, Amanda!” She looked up at me with a tear-stained face. I pitched my offer out of the car window: She had to stay sober, she had to get a job, and she had to help with the household chores. Eighty dollars rent a month until she found a job. She hesitated for a moment, then accepted and got into the car. Poor woman, I thought. She didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.On the way home I glanced over at Amanda’s chest. As usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra. My God, how trashy could. "Come on, lover, you heard her," Christine demanded. "Fuck me! Show her what we've got!"Even as she spoke, she started rocking her ass to fuck me. I gave her a mighty thrust to lift her ass from the bed, and then I used the space I had created to fuck her hard and fast. I also reached up and grabbed her breasts."Oh god, I miss that," my wife wailed in need. She snatched one of my hands from Christine and pulled it over to her own breast. "Pinch me! Make me cum again like we used to do!" she. It was a mutually beneficial interaction and they both seemed to be the better for it.The shadows of the after-midnight nocturnal setting shifted constantly all around her.The sound and headlamps of an approaching motorcar froze her against the seawall and she felt her heart beat a lot faster as the bright lights outlined her in her transparent night shirt against their solid bulk.“Come over here, little sparrow, do you have any identification?”She was relieved to see the blue light of the.