I set the video camera to point at the sofa, put in a brand new tape and waited for her to arrive. She had called earlier and I told her to get over a...ap. All was ready, when the doorbell sounded, I pushed the record button and went to let her in."You're a bastard," she said hotly, "fucking your best friend's Fiancée." You've call that right," I said with a nasty smile, "not only am I a bastard, I'm a horny one too." So let me get this straight," she looked straight at me with her big. The tone in his voice only piqued Teresa's interest even more. Bounding over to the corner. she tried the handle and door opened. Stepping inside, she was delighted as her senses were bathed by the natural sunlight streaming in from several small windows at eye level.The sweet swell of leather and old wood wafted through the room causing her to wrinkle her nose at the pleasant aroma. Bobby's grandfather had used this area to repair saddles, old harnesses, leather belts, and the like.Teresa. You look ready to go," she said. "Uh ... you can just get right to it, can't you?"I think she was trying to worm her way out of our customary blow job. That was fine with me.I positioned myself on top of her and let my dry cock slide into her pussy. It took minimal effort as she was already wet and ready for me. The initial penetration ... I'll never get tired of that feeling. It was just heavenly. Her tight pussy just clung to my cock and I dove into a world of wetness and warmth. I felt her. She had slipped out of her nighty and thrown it onto the floor. The brush was lay next to her thigh. Her hands began working down her body slowly, stroking every inch of flesh. Her fingertips grazed over her breasts, her nipples, moving downwards across her soft stomach. Her breathing was fast, she was burning with anticipation. Her hands reached her hot spot. Sweetly she licked one finger, then began circling her clitoris. She felt herself getting wetter. One finger was teasing the opening of.