I’m…ooh…I can’t take this any more. I’m finished,” I gushed.“You’re not finished and I’m not,” he said and kept fucking me. His ...ody slapping on mine. We were in a rhythm. I was exhausted and breathing hard and then it started, again, it was that wave churning, washing over me…”What are you doing to me?” I was alive again, I moaned. “You’re going to come again,” he said, and it was happening again except this time I was writhing on his cock, begging him: “Don’t stop. Don’t stop now.. I lookedsexy but still sort of “girl next door” innocent if you know what Imean. Also, since I was staying over I knew I would have a chance tochange anyways. So I picked out my lacy black bra and panty set and adelicate see-thru lilac nightshirt that just (I mean “just”) covers myass. I put these items in my overnight bag. I added some shorts and at-shirt and runners and stuff for the next day.Well, it was pretty funny at our house. My stomach was like butterflies,but I shouldn’t have worried.. Ask her about having a friend over to visit.”Yeah. You only listened to me because I’m the boss and don’t think I know shit.One of the newest doctors here went to where Marlene was hanging out after all the scans and said, “Marlene, What you said about being an ambassador’s daughter, them getting assassinated, and on the run trying to get to David seems pretty far-fetched. Would you believe it if someone had told you something like that?”“No. Not a word. I’d think that person is crazy and. Instead of her hair, she started rubbing it all over her huge breasts, squeezing more liquid out of the bottle to ensure her large tits were coated. Her nipples pointed out from her chest as if giving a salute while Patty rubbed them up and down with her hands, occasionally pinching them between her fingers.After a few minutes, she turned the shower head back toward her chest, continuing to massage her tits as the foam started streaming down her stomach. As it reached her wet slit, she began.