. pussy... inside out every time you back out."'An apt description, ' I thought.Then she seemed to lose control of her senses and began bucking wildly... "Come on! Give it to me!" She shouted. "Give it to me! Make me cum! Oh, God, please make me cum!"Her juices had saturated the sofa, and we were both sweating like pigs, but I tried to match her efforts and ground my meat into her snatch."Yes... Yes! Harder! Please! Oh, God, Please! Harder!I plowed into her salivating cunt and roughed up her. ....aughhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssssss!"My knees quivered while Mercedes help them up out of her way. Her face and mouth worked my crotch until the front of my panties were completely wet either from my own juices or her saliva. She took her chin and used it as a dildo and rubbed my clit until I grabbed the back of her head in another climax!I hadn't quite recovered when she used her middle fingers to hook my waistband and pull my panties down. He put the wet crotch to her nose and inhaled. " Listen, Freddie, this is just like you and it's right across the border from Kushtia. We agreed you could play there. We even thought you might come to us for some product to ship there. Now we find you're sourcing your own in our back garden. That's pissing on my patch, Freddie. Pissing on my patch." Anatoly, I give you my word. This is not a Clegg operation. There are no Clegg Enterprises people in Russia. Hell, there aren't any Clegg Enterprises people in Kushtia right now. This is nothing. What he really cussed wuz that the raiders had tried ta burn his house, pro'bly out of frustration when they couldn't find much ta steal. The outer walls of his house wuz built of heavy oak logs what were a bitch ta set on fire. The interior wuz partitioned an' finished in sawmill lumber, soz that did burn some. In any case, it wuz gonna take a while ta git his house back in livable condition. A course, I told him that he could stay with us 'til he had his place back in order.All of his stock.