Again I pulled out, and again she coughed. Less thistime – and she moaned a little. I looked at her face,and saw her blurred eyes open, with tea...s forming atthe corners, and beginning to drip up the sides of herforehead. I reached down and lifted her face, whisperedthat I loved her and kissed her gently. Her lips feltswollen – and ready. My dick had never been so hard in my life. I droppedher head down, grabbed a handful of hair again, and putmy dick back in her mouth. I went back. The black satin camisole straps were dropped from hisshoulders as he leaned forward. He produced a white lace trimmedbrassiere and quickly hooked himself into it then spun it around andslipped the straps over his shoulders. The ample silicone forms thenfilled the cups and the black satin camisole straps were replaced. Timsmoothed the shiny black fabric over his "breasts" centering the cups ofthe camisole over the now amply filled bra cups. Returning to thesatchel he swished a black lace. That was even her nickname, 'Juana, La Loca', because after he died, she took his coffin with her wherever she went, so she could talk to him in the evenings. It's true — look it up!In any case, you get the point. Cupid and I are good at what we do, and we've been doing it for a long time. I suppose that's one of the reasons that every now and then, Cupid goes off the reservation and does some dumb-ass thing just to amuse himself. But it doesn't make it any easier on me.The next morning found. But you don't stop me. Your wearing a thong and no bra. I start making love to your breasts while squeezing your ass. It is getting really hot and steamy but you keep looking over your shoulder to see if anyone can see us. I turn you head back facing me and kiss you while the heal of my hand presses against your now most pussy. I lift you up and sit you up on the hood of my car and as I pull your thong off I put my mouth on your pussy and kiss you slowly and deliberately while massaging your.