It was bliss. I followed suit, opening her jeans and pushing my hands down the front of her panties into her luxuriant pubic hair, finally finding the...slit and sliding my fingers into he cunt. It was sopping wet.She wanked my cock as I fingered her and we continued to kiss frantically, tongues all aggressive. I could smell her femininity - a mixture of her hairspray, her makeup, and her perfume, but also the muskiness coming up from her turgid, oozing, swollen sex.Soon we were naked, writhing. The conversation drifted around a little until I boldly said, ‘And you can have it any time you want it.’I could tell that he was thinking but said nothing either way. We had a normal Sunday; I had some shopping to do so we went our separate ways until dinner or, a few hours before dinner. Most weekends I would cook a nice meal. Nothing fancy; I actually did most of the cooking and enjoyed it. That Sunday I’d opened a bottle of wine when I started in the kitchen; he didn’t arrive until things. It needs to gape some more though, not fuckin' good enough." She spanked my cunt and then with only limited effort, sunk her fist back into me. I had never been fisted before while standing up. It was totally different, more intense, and made even more so by the fact that I hadn't fully recovered from my previous climax. I thought my cunt would burst. She didn't fist me for long this time, but I knew Tegan had something else in store. "Keep facing the wall," she said. She stepped away and then. Gary was in charge of security. It was a job which entailed a different set of responsibilities than being a bodyguard. He had gotten into the mindset that his job was to provide security around the places where Betsy lived and worked. In that sense, he had done a good job. The house was now a fortress, covered with sensors that would detect any threat that approached the place. Her apartment was nearly as secure. The Bloated Shark had emergency communications equipment that could summon help.