She felt as though her whole body was being pricked with a thousand needles. She whimpered and cried as she bounced more energetically on her son’... hard cock. Electric sparks shot up from her pussy, sending her mind reeling. She felt flushed and overheated, like a radiator about to boil over. Her pussy pulsed, causing her to fuck more frantically. The pressure mounted inside her like a balloon being blown too full of air. Andy’s cock was searing the inner walls of her pussy, the huge . I fill it with water and immediately down it. I slam the empty glass on the counter, ‘Fuck!’ I could take her over and over again and it would never be enough. I check the microwave. 11:27. I shake my head and wonder just how I convinced myself this was going to be any different. It was always like this when she was involved. I suppose that’s what I liked about her, the adventure of it all. Well that and the mind blowing sex. I refill the glass and walk back into my room. She is still clad in. No, it's you who has the problem. I don't even know you. I don't know who you are.' (She didn't seem to understand the inherent problem and danger in my being a stranger. Like the cops seldom to never find strangers because they're not looking for them.) 'Maybe. Maybe not, but it doesn't change anything.' 'What doesn't?' 'What you say doesn't change anything.' 'You're saying it doesn't matter what I say? How can it not?' 'That's right.' 'But it. When both Monica and Vanessa both commented on how beautiful she looked, Jessica just blushed with pride! Monica then mention that maybe the bottom was just a bit loose, so sitting on the bed with Jessica standing in front of her, Monica dropped down on the carpet in front of Jessica. Now Monica slipped her finger underneath her bikini’s bottom and stared moving around as if trying to align her fabric. Jessica didn’t move. Monica continued to slide her fingers down her panties, and as Jessica’s.