“Look Bill, this is none of my business, but, really, Carolyn needs a lot more than one maternity dress.”“Tell her. I don’t pretend to know an...thing about women’s fashions.” Indeed, pretty as that dress was, he preferred Carolyn out of it.“She tells me that the budget doesn’t cover that.”“Look, Gladys. It isn’t me. She has a checkbook and two credit cards -- well four.” Not that she was going to buy a dress from Amoco. “I’ll try to deal with it, but I didn’t put her on an inadequate allowance. ”She was saying it to him, but I got the feeling she was talking to me. I rubbed my cock in rhythm with her moan. She got louder with each grunt and thrust from her meek husband. “I’m so close,” she moaned. “I’m so close, baby.”I recognized the familiar sound of her cumming. I was impressed he could get her off. He didn’t last much longer. I stroked my own cock as he grunted. We both came simultaneously. I imagined myself back inside his wife’s pussy. The sex had lasted less than ten. He doesn’t know you at all but nevertheless he’s after you. It’s because you’re beautiful, and not too big, and have this perfect skin and look new here and unsure about everything. He thinks you’re vulnerable. He’ll use white girls then he’ll marry a Muslim like he obviously is himself, and SHE must be a virgin that he can have exclusively and own. My father has told me a lot. Promise me you will never go to a party with him or meet his friends or brothers or anything like that.”“Okay I. The erotic view of your wet and open pussy beneath the smooth, rounded, globes of your buttocks, as you knelt before me served to increase my lust. Quickly moving closer, I directed the tip of my straining cock, glistening with your juices, between the parted lips of your pussy and plunged in forcefully, sliding in like a hot knife through butter. Leaning over your back I kissed and licked between your shoulder blades, tasting on your smooth skin, the salt of the light sheen of perspiration.