Slowly I started to move, each stroke pushing into her a little deeper the warm velvet wetness of her vagina around me was amazing and I started to fu...k her with long slow strokes my balls slapping against her ass as my entire length slipped so easily into her tightness. Jenny kept pace with me perfectly we fit and move together like we were made for each other. It wasn’t too long before I felt those familiar feelings in my stomach and groin I whispered “Jen I need to cum” she wrapped her legs. My head darts forward, our of your view and almost simultaneously, a thin wet cold sliding tingling lick across your swollen cunt lips titillates you, you quiver, arching your head back, my head rises again, arms now clasping your shoulders my fingers digging into your yielding naked flesh, I bury my face between your chest, you, inhaling my warm scent, my mouth opens aound your breasts, your heaving breathing pressing up on the other hand splayed across the other pushing down your nipple. Again, I fell silent, and wondered at the scene. By this time the tumescence of my erection had become conspicuous through the bedclothes, and this prompted Sara’s curiosity. In a haughty, but eloquent, tone she enquired, "Do you masturbate very often?" I could not believe her questions; in fact, I was completely dumb struck. "It’s all right, you can tell me. I do it," she continued eagerly. But still I remained quiet. Her next questions were even more unexpected, "Would you mind me watching. We crouched down on the floor, using the vestibule settee as our workbench. Her hands shuffled the wallet, opening the snap that held it tight. “It’s full. Imagine if it had $100,000 in it?” She fantasized. We’d have to give it back, baby. Karen’s posture became crisp and statue-like. “You just called me baby.” She kissed me. “I like that.” We melted together for just a second. I nudged her shoulder with mine and brought our attention back to the wallet. “Chloe Olson, 54 Pembroke Ave.,.