He was tired bone tired, his head ached and all he really longed for was hot bath and several glasses of chilled white wine. And her.Despite his growi...g foul temper, entering his home always made him feel calmer, her presence strong. He could hear her in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared their dinner. Leaning against the door of the kitchen he watched her, a feeling of uneasiness washing through him as she didn't immediately approach with her usual greetings for. . . waist.She was still fuming when she strode to the curb, but stopped short when she saw the lovely brown Mercedes turning in at the far east entrance. Only . . . Sharon stared in amazement. A lovely redhead was driving. "Hi," she said. "Mark asked me to pick you up."Sharon was too shocked to speak. Then, to her horror, she heard the once-cherished-but-now-loathed voice of the discarded Ted behind her. "Well, hello!" in the dulcet, sugary tones of the high and mighty Chelsea. "Who's your. His hand moved from her smooth hip to her fleshy upper buttock. Its resilience had been proved time and again, as Caesar had often found reason to spank this woman's pale skin to a bright redness. Bending forward he simultaneously pulled apart her upper cheek and looked into the shadowed crevice. He wasn't a stranger to this part of her anatomy, and again enjoyed sight of her. Only last evening his finger had penetrated her tight rear opening as she knelt before him, his cock stroking back and. A tingle of electricity surged through his body. He found himself sprawled on the couch, his cock as hard as a ramrod. He gazed down at Jen's angelic face. She looked up at him and smiled, a sweet, innocent smile that excited him so much that he squirmed, his dick slapping against her cheeks. Laughing, she opened her mouth wide, impossibly wide. He saw it envelop his penis, felt the wet moisture of her breath on him.A beautiful eighteen-year-old is sucking my cock, seared the thought into his.
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