" A moan escape from her lips as she leaned forward slightly and pressed my cock to her magnificent tits. "Put it between your tits, babe. Fuck my coc... with your tits," I ordered. Donna moaned again, as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them tight around my cock. She moved them up and down my prick as I reached behind to her exposed ass. I massaged her supple ass as she continued to titty fuck my cock. I noticed that the limousine driver was getting quite the view of my wife's swollen clit as. She looks over at him seeing the mischievous smile on his face. He places her hand upon her pussy and covers it with his own. The blanket falls free with their movements, forgotten for the moment. He aligns his fingers upon hers, their hands becoming one. He presses down slipping her finger into her wetness. She smiles at his excitement, so much the playful child, yet all man. She moans again as he forces her to masturbate at his direction. Tony is the conductor, in the orchestra of Kim's. And yet I don't even remember shooting that scene. When did we do that? All I remembered was pulling out and coming all over her every time, trying to get good, well-lit shots of my ejaculations onto her hot blushing flesh. When did we shoot this one?But there it was, on the screen. I stared in awe and suddenly realized I was squeezing someone's hand. It was Charlotte. She was holding my hand as she watched. She was squeezing my hand as though she would blow away in a storm if she didn't hang. I could understand the problems the country faced abroad. Our troops were getting massacred by Muslims who no longer cared if they lived or died. China had taken a side all of its own and was engaged in strategic battles to take over and control the oilfields of the Gulf. Any non-Chinese ships or troops near this area, it considered fair game. Afghanistan was a place of devastation, that made men into corpses by the thousands and the death toll kept rising, while Russia was losing ground.