She has my arm pinned between us, her body quaking; I feel her cunt rubbing against the knuckles of my pinned hand.I made a fist to raise my knuckles,...I could feel wet cunt lips open to kiss my knuckle, then she’d ride down to rub her hard clit grinding my wet rough knuckle. Gasping with each stroke, her head buried in my shoulder. She bit me, hard, if not for the thick black tee-shirt, she’d have drawn blood. A shuddering gasp, and then her little hand grabs my cock right through my pants. Her. There was a pause and then: "Oh, yes." Chuckling to each other, we confirmed our arrangements.My two were off to stay with their grandparents and her daughter was staying with a friend for the week-end, none of them returning until early Sunday evening.I left straight after work that Friday, an overnight case packed in the back together with a couple of bottles of the sparkling white wine I knew she liked from our lunchtime meeting. As luck would have it, the traffic was light in the immediate. Somehow she remembered the day Mike "died." She had just finished using the last of the disposable diapers on Helen so Mike drove to a supermarket to get some more. Two hours later a policeman came to their door and told Gayle that a DUI had hit Mike's car so hard that Mike probably died instantly. The policeman who came to the door to tell Gayle was Frank.When Gayle told him why she was crying Frank held her hand and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." It's ok. You. Randy had came first, if Sam's numerous orgasms are discounted. He filled her rectum with powerful surges of jizz. One ejaculation followed another. Randy's mind was spinning as much from the vodka as the reaming he had just administered. Terry was not finished. When Randy pulled out, Terry rolled Samantha over on her back and plowed into her with both of her legs far apart and high in the air. Randy watched in amazement as Terry's plums slapped onto his wife's freshly creamed ass. Grunting and.