I was incredibly thirsty, so I crept quietly out of Louisa's bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen. I stood by the sink and poured out myself a glas... of water. I slowly gulped it down, the cold water slipping down my throat felt satisfyingly good. As I went to pour myself out another drink I heard a loud thud behind me, causing me to jump. I turned around to see Mr. Patterson standing by the doorway with a briefcase by his foot and his arms stretched out. I walked over to him and we embraced.. The old gentleman’s fingers felt incredible. She revelled in their roughness, their skin was rough, their probing action rough. His arthritic joints were natures finest sex toy. The combination of tingling, clitoral arousal and pinching pain, that came in waves from her assaulted nipple, exploded in a powerful orgasm, which left her thighs jerking, as if she sought anybody, or anything, to penetrate her soaking cunt. The old man jerked his body and made a grunting sound. As his fingers. When he shot his load his shouted at the top of his voice and it echoed around the outside office.When he’d regained his composure he lifted Phyllis up onto his desk and then knelt before her, parted her legs and licked and sucked her cunt like nobody had ever done before. He did the lip nibbling like Lucy had described and then he slurped his long powerful tongue all the way up her wet crack.The receptionist outside sat up quite startled when the sound of Phyllis cumming vibrated the door. She. I remember what a clit is but “G” spot?It's a little spongy area inside your pussy. You'll see.Oh he called her a fuckin bitch.That's OK Nichole. Remember what I said it's just sex talk. If a guy calls you a slut, whore, bitch, cunt, dirty cock sucker anything like that it's all just sex talk.For me it enhances being fucked. I even like my hair gently pulled.You may even tell the guy fuck me you fuckin bastard. You tell the other person what you want.Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, give me your.