Let his cum dry on my legs. I'm not done with you. Your pussy is mine for the rest of the evening.He told me that I was still a great fuck, up for any...hing. He liked me for being a great fuck, taking it anywhere like a good slut. Believe it or not that's what I liked to hear. I went back in first. With every step I could feel my cum soaked thong & his slippery cum rubbing against my legs.I went over and sat by my husband thinking about how I just got fucked, the feel of my cum soaked thong. He managed to struggle up to the roof top, reaching his feet. He leaned over the ledge, taking just a few seconds to look down at the men in suits and ties following him, and to catch his breath just a little before running across the roof top towards the other side. He was about halfway across the roof top, when a wet gloved hand reached up towards the roof in front of the shadowy figure. Cursing again, the shadowy figure stopped, and looked back from where he had just came from to see the. When he smiled I felt my pussy quiver, I wanted him if only he knew. "Maybe I'll take you up on this offer, but you better be at my door eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning to go to the salon...and you are going to wait for me." I couldn't believe I said that cause if he was at my door wouldn't be no going out hair done or not I would climb that tall tree of a man. "Ok deal then." What I couldn't believe what my ears was hearing, paying and waiting he must be gay. Monica blurted out, " you. ”. “Absolutely.”, she replied, breathlessly. I suggested that we move to the bed, undressing her on the way. Just as we got to the bed, she turned, kissed me hungrily, and grabbed my tiny breasts. My body replied with a shiver, “You are definitely a girl.”, she chuckled. I thanked her for the compliment by licking her lips, the lower set. She laid back as I 'went to town' on her p**y. Her back arched as I worked my fingers in while sucking on her clit. I shifted into sixty-nine position, and,.