Ripping it over my head I gasp. Rough and jerky as I was about removing the garment I brushed against my breasts. My nipples - dark with arousal beg f...r attention. I oblige. Careful not to touch the center I circle my breasts. My hands become your hands, you tease me. Gently, applying pressure in degrees I work my hands around coming closer but refusing to touch my pleading nipples. Opening my eyes I look in the mirror. I want to see what you see. My orbs swollen with anticipation hang heavy,. . but no, the paperwork on the lid was all in order. His name, his address, even though he'd never ordered it.Why was it here? A practical joke? Or something else?Griff took out his phone and rang Rhys Smith's number. It was just the kind of prank he'd play.Rhys had to be more careful. They weren't at university anymore. Griff was a junior minister in the government. As funny as the gag might have seemed, politics was not exactly a profession renowned for its sense of humour. This was exactly. We came into doggy position I inserted my dick in her ass and she was shouting. You asshole fuck me hard I need to give full pressure on me I am yours aaaaa fuck me. Hearing her shout and moan I was in full high, I started pushing her hard in her ass and on the same time kissing her neck and pressing her boobs.I turned her over and inserted my finger in her pussy, fingered her for around 5 minutes and she squid her liquid. Ooo my god was really surprising for me I went on more high seeing that. As hubby continued shooting I stood and parted my legs slightly. I had a neatly trimmed bush in those days and I clearly recall being desperate to make sure hubby and his camera could see my pussy lips.It wasn't long after that hubby could hold back no more and before I knew it, I was on my back and his face was buried in my pussy. The orgasms were multiple and huge that night and I guess we both realised how turned on we'd been.In the morning, with a sore head, I recalled the previous night,.