I inserted a finger to her already dripping pussy and started sucking her clitoris, “aaaahhhhhhhhhh uuuuhhmmmmmm”, i increased my pace, she increa...ed her moaning “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ooohhhhhhhh”. ” I am feeling something building up inside me, aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh”, she was about to reach her climax, i increased the speed of my finger and my tongue started sucking harder. ” PLEASE DONT STOP, SUCK ME , AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UUHHHMMMMMMMM, I AM ABOUT TO CUMMMM, UUUHHHMMMMMM, I AM CUMMMING,. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, and turned towards her. She turned toward him, and reaching her right arm around his neck, kissed him softly. “I love you, George. I really do.” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do. I know it sounds silly, and maybe it is just because it’s the middle of the night and I am still half-asleep; or maybe it’s because I have had too much wine, but right now, I’d do anything for you. I’d even give up music, if you asked me to.” Isolde thought her. He moves straight to between your legs as you are once again rubbing your pussy. You reach for his hard cock and guide it between your pussy lips as I move to a chair in the corner where I sit and watch while enjoying the aroma and taste of your wet underwear. You are part sitting, part laying on the chair as the guy begins to thrust into you. You wrap your legs around his hips pulling him deeper, moaning as he sinks deeper into you. You open your legs wide again as he continues to pound into. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found that a certain Lady Margaret Hunter Phd. Cantab, had attended Parole Boards at Galloway Prison for several years as a consultant in criminal psychology, principally from late 1973 until very recently, just after the quaintly termed 'incident' in question. It was too much of a coincidence; too likely the kind of sophisticated vindictiveness of which I could easily imagine Margaret capable. She'd been the doyenne of clever retribution for wrongs real or imagined,.