As he climbs up and positions himself behind my hips, I put my face into your pillow. I can smell your scent. The soft shampoo fragrance lingers in ...y nostrils, making me desire your lips even more. Even as I picture your face I feel him at the folds of my entrance. He slides the head through them, gathering my wetness onto his head. The anticipation of him entering me makes me forget everything else but your face. I feel him slide into me, the familiar sting immediately replaced by. Fortunately, the court finished early that afternoon and I went back to the office, eager to see what she’d given me. It was an A4 envelope stuffed with papers. The first thing was a typewritten note; an old-fashioned, mechanical typewriter.“Never reveal how you got this. James Palmer is a solicitor. He has his own firm and mostly deals with criminal cases. He works alone but with a group of private investigators. They are mostly ex-coppers and thugs. Two of his clients are big players in. He moved deeper into her, when suddenly she started to go limp under his movements and I could see why. Daddy's penis started to go down Cynthias throat, I could actually see the bulge of his penis expanding her mouth and throat, I started to panic, 'how could she breathe?' I thought. He kept face fucking her harder, once again I could see her starting to struggle under his grip, her small body flailing this way and that. Then he was all the way in, she went limp again, I guess, she was careful. Monica wasn't quite ready for the way Annie was dressed. She had met Larry's steady girlfriend before, but when she got to his house, Annie greeted her at the door and she was only wearing a very sexy negligee."Hi, Annie, how are you?" Monica asked as she was surprised at how risqué Annie was dressed."I'll be better once you and I get a chance to know each other a bit better, Monica," Annie said and Monica didn't miss a single overtone of her comments. She could tell that Annie intended for her.