When I returned to London, I was strongly reminded by my publisher that there are such things as deadlines, and that I was a long way behind mine. So ... set to work in earnest at my writing. My adventures with Juliette and Madeline had given me lots of good ideas. Now all I had to do was to shape them into a story and voila! I would have another best seller. I was content in my relationship with both Juliette and Madeline. I knew that it was unlikely that I could ever see Juliette again, and. "We are comfortable," she answered. "We owe 2.25 million dollars next week for your ranch." That will stretch us, but we can handle it. Where do you think I got the money for this house and my clothes? I have to have them custom made," she told us. "Baby, you know I did not know anything about your money don't you?" I asked. She answered, "And I knew nothing about yours. I am in this for the long haul. Money is not an issue, love is the only issue." You three have all of mine, "I said. I don’t think I had ever had her this wet, so the on-screen show was obviously having an effect. I kept sucking her swollen clit and licking her sweetly musky pussy as she started to get more and more horny. She was grinding her face into my chin and pulling on her own nipples, her eyes transfixed on the couple on the screen. And then suddenly she surrendered to her climax. It came so suddenly upon her that she squealed at the first spasm, grabbing the back of my head with both hands and. "Keep it in there for as long as I can? Oh, shit," he moans. "I don't think I'll be able to put up with this feeling any longer," he hisses. "Mmmmm," I gasp. "Please fuck me harder. I need it," I tell him. So then, he grasps my hips and begins to quickly pound his cock into me. All I could think about was how good it felt. How his cock seemed to slip into my pussy with ease every time he thrusts in. I could feel myself meeting his thrusts. Hear myself moaning repeatedly, countless of.