She leant against the door frame and her hand started to play with her pussy. I came up behind her and peered through. Dee was on all fours and Doug o... his knees was fucking her hard. His hands were smacking her ass.I ran my hands down Mich’s back and along her ass cheeks, the slipped between her cheeks and fingered her ass hole. She slip down onto her knees and looked back at me. “Fuck my ass?” She asked. “I won’t last long.” I exclaimed and with that got behind her and pushed my hard cock. It was like reliving the summer day that Shaquan walked out, dashing so fast past the white lace curtains that they sailed up in surrender. She had more to say, but the breeze he had left behind took her breath away. All she could do, standing in the kitchen, was grab ahold of the curtain panels as he swiped his bass guitar from the hall closet. He snarled his goodbye and slammed the metal door on their marriage. It had taken Shaquan a year to save up for that guitar, which dangled from a hook. Urinary tract aching with need and pressure. The trembling of my fingers about the scope as I flit from dog to face to thighs. My spare hand smoothing at my newfound bump. Its occasional inconsiderate squishing bringing small gasps to my lips. The tremulous expectation. Waiting. Pleading. Hopeful.Betty squats. Tectonic plates collide sending tremors racing through my tensed muscles. The scope scans across to find Beth's face consumed in distant concentration. I can feel a small magma seepage. Her head swam with the liquor she'd consumed, and she wondered whether that punch had been doctored with the same kind of persuasive aphrodisiac that she'd fallen victim to so often the past two weeks."Well, Laura, aren't you going to get undressed?" George's question was more a command than a statement, and she began automatically to obey. She removed her clothes quickly, until she was standing in only her brief bikini panties, her smoothly round breasts left free to fall unencumbered into the.