God, she was sopping wet! I went back to two, and reach up to the front of her dank interior. I found the little nubbin that I'd read about, and began...to work it. She moaned and thrust her hips, and I kept up the internal massage. Suddenly, she lurched, arched her back and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. And me, never satisfied, started in again; rubbing up and down that interior wall, her hips thrusting, my tongue darting at her. To my surprise, Tracy said she would be up for it. Her husband was now in jail for 5 years and was not on the scene. To my surprise she said she might allow me to fuck her on camera, but she would need to think about that. A week or so later I phoned Tracy and asked if she was serious. She told me to come to her house the following evening with the camera. I t was great as this time I was not there to buy tapes so she took me straight to the bedroom. She quickly stripped and I set up the. "No, please" she begs softly. "Just leave, I won't tell a soul." The pleas of no only excite me further, after about the third "NO" my member is at full salute, extending about ten inches out and ferociously ready to devour Lynn's tight little love tunnel. She pants, pants turn into deep breaths as I crawl my way on top of her slowly inching my hand in between her clinched legs. Lynn's mouth may be saying no but the river of wetness I come in contact with as my hand reached her vagina screamed. But with a shrug he slips back out into the room. He was going to take a shower, but what’s the point? He doesn’t care if he has cum all over. It will only make the day more interesting.Marshall is sitting at his desk focusing more on the Big Black stuffed in his drawer than his actual work. He looks toward his co-worker and immediate supervisor’s office. I tis empty, which is a bit strange because if there is one person in the whole place that works nonstop it is Katrina.Katrina is perhaps the.