" "We can fuck without it just don't cum in me."He shrugged and began to thrust in and out of her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he picked u... speed. I could tell he was hitting the right spot. He toes were curled and she was cursing a lot. Whenever she's really gets going she tends to curse, "Fuck me", "Give me that shit", "Hit it harder, harder fuck me like a bitch" and a lot more you'd dream of hearing your wife say. If there's one thing my wife is really good at it's dirty talk.. He tried to tell himself that the heat and humidity were clouding his judgment, that the rumbling call was muddling his brain, but he felt himself reaching up a hand to run it along the Krell’s smooth scales. They were damp with moisture, cool to the touch and so flush that it almost felt like skin under his fingertips. Webber was doing it ... why shouldn’t he? Wouldn’t anyone even notice in this chaos?The Krell seemed to notice that he was reciprocating, growing more fervent in its exploration. I felt the juices run down my legs and bit my lower lip, and my arousal heightened. I closed my eyes and said, “Fuck me, dream lover.” While ramming my fingers in my hole, I pinched my clit, my breathing quickens, and I squealed, “I am cumming!" I brought my juice covered hand to my lips and licked them clean. I then separated my labia and watched my reflection in the mirror again. My swollen clit throbbing hard as if to say, “I’m not done having fun yet, lets cum again!”Suddenly all of the. "That simple phrase conjured up some delicious images, but I realized it was at least possible that I was reading too much into this. Maybe Brenda really did just want me to talk to her daughter about staying out late. But surely an instruction to 'get ready' implied that Jennifer was to wait bare bottomed or even naked, on the bed! I sipped my coffee as I contemplated what lay ahead. And Brenda was looking very aroused too.When I finished my coffee I put the cup down and looked at Brenda,.