Hiroshi's hands played across Mira's back, kneading her shoulder blades and holding her body tightly to his own. Mira heard herself moaning in pleasur..., almost as much from his hands on her back as from the red hot kisses they were exchanging.Mira's hands explored Hiroshi's chest, her fingers shakily undoing his shirt buttons, pulling the shirt free of his belt and caressing the hot, hair roughened skin and his male nipples which hardened to pebbles at her touch. Hiroshi's hands followed Mira's. "The rules, Judy explained, were just a little different from the regular Marco-Polo water-sport game. "When the person who's it says, 'Marco', you have to at least have something in the water; a foot, a hand, a finger. Something. Anything.Anyone who's out of the pool at that second is automatically it."But," she continued, "The person who is 'Marco' has to count out loud to 15 before they can say it again. You can get out of the pool while 'Marco' is counting, but everyone except Marco has to. Ross felt her shudder. She righted herself and let her pussy juice dribble all over his face. When she stopped shaking, Mrs. Michaels flipped onto her back and locked an intense gaze onto Ross."Shove your cock inside me," she said breathlessly.Ross leaped to his knees. He crawled between Mrs. Michaels' legs and set his cock on her wet pussy lips without pushing himself inside. Her body heat drove him crazy, but he wanted permission before making the next move."Fucking do it, bitch!" Mrs.. Answer truthfully and try to use full sentences."He will know you are guilty from the pictures that were taken at the party at the time it was raided. You will have to accept the sentence even if you don't think it fair. Please don't cry--that won't help at all. I'm hoping he will put you into my custody. There may be some question about that as I don't know if your mother has started getting the family court to name me as custodian. I'll fight that battle if it is brought up. He may ask who.