I need to act fast though. I let go of my death hold and squeeze the former Deputy Press Secretary’s desirable ass, lifting her coat up to her lower...back. I bring my hands down to her crotch, unbutton her soaked pants and open her zipper. I yank them down her smooth legs and do the same to her lacy underwear, pulling them down to her ankles. Her lower body is now naked and her smooth, soft looking ass aches for my touch. I maneuver my right hand between her warm thighs, to her privates. I feel. I'll bet there aren't more than two or three people on that crew including the gal who narrates it, and they probably do all the cutting and everything else. It seems like a pretty marginal way to make a living, but they seem to explore and show a lot of new places." Well, that's something to think about," Susan replied, brightening a little bit."Oh, there's got to be a way," Henry commiserated. "You just have to find it. Actually, I think the best bet isn't in media at all, but somewhere in. With her foot propped on the bed, the lips of her pussy were spread open. Marcheline’s plan was working: she had her lover’s undivided attention. She stroked her pussy for a moment, then probed one finger deep inside and brought it out, waved it under her lover’s nose, sighing, ‘Mmmm, smell me. Taste me.’ The man’s eyes darkened as he inhaled then grabbed hold of her mother’s hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth. Marcheline had purred in delight. She took his hand and guided it to her. Once again her mouth found mine and we kissed with abandon. Ipulled my clitdick out just a little bit and slammed it home againseveral times. Each time I think it grew a bit bigger till it felt likebursting."Oooh! Yes. Unghh!" Cindy moaned.I just held her tightly for what seemed like minutes, trying to avoidwhat could potentially be a very short lovemaking session. Cindydemanded more than just being held and I knew it; her desire waspalpable. I began to thrust my clitrod in and out, pulling.