My. Cunt. Don’t stop… don’t stop… keep fucking it…”But I really wasn’t doing anything. She was the one pounding the shit out of me.“Oh...fuck!” she slammed down especially hard and stayed down. Her fingers gripped my chest. Her eyes were closed and her entire body shook with an orgasm.After about half a minute she opened her eyes and, I swear, looked at me like she was surprised to find me there. She sat up and raked her hair back.“Did you come?” she said.“Not yet,” I said.“Okay,” she exhaled. Clearly you’re not a very cunning man.’ ‘Uh.’ ‘I didn’t think so. Maybe I have chosen the wrong person.’ She flexes her right hand and her fingernails slowly extent into long, sharp nails and starts moving toward him. ‘Or maybe I am,’ he offers quickly. ‘Really?’ She stops and looks to the ceiling and taps a fingernail to her chin. ‘How does France feel about helping the New World Regime?’ Valois’ chin drops. He goes speechless completely forgetting his fear. ‘I refuse to help you. I will not. Now she sat on the bed still leaning forward, this made her one boob crush over the other and that cleavage line took my life. My knees went weak and what a scene that was. Her 50% boobs were in front of me naked, inviting to be pressed like balloons. I dont know how i controlled myself that day. But i promised to myself i will surely fuck her the next day. Next day at 6.30pm i rang the bell of her house but there was no response at all, i cursed my fate. But to my surprise it started raining. My wife rarely wears a bra, and shrugged her top off her shoulders enabling Angela free access to her tits. This made a lovely view for me, with them feeling each others’ tits, at the same time slouching slightly down in the settee, their legs opening, giving me another lovely view up both their skirts, revealing their soaking wet pussies once more to me. After a while feeling each other’s tits, both women lowered their hands, and raised the skirt of the other, enabling themselves to feel.