Please baby, I need it." She whispered, her lungs feeling almost void of oxygen as the risk of them being caught heightened her arousal levels."How ab...ut I frig your juicy pussy first?' he sneered, pushing two fingers straight inside of her slippery hole."Oh..my...fuck! Yes!" she moaned, grinding her hips as he continued to finger fuck her, reaching around with his other hand he frantically began to strum her swollen clit.She pulled her other breast from her bra, allowing them to swing and. The surgeon was great, and after six months there was no trace of the scars, and I felt great, collecting even more looks than before I was married. I’ve always dressed to make the best of my figure, and after the boob job, I decided that I should adopt a classy but tarty sort of style, and that sort of suits my personality too. About six months ago, maybe 3 weeks before Xmas, my boss, the Finance Director, asked me to put in some extra work, which as the overtime was especially welcome at. " I felt a bit saddened by that. Maybe because it was partly true, but certainly right now it wasn't about that at all. "But one night," she continued, "I heard you in your room, playing with yourself while you looked at dirty pictures on your computer." Aah!! She knew?! "And I heard you say my name, right as you moaned real loud." She was smiling a bit now. "You came thinking about me." I really wanted to know exactly when that had happened, but truth be told it used to happen a lot when. He rolled her over so he could take control. He pinned her arms above her head and leaned back so he could get a full look at her. ‘She is a vision’ he thought. Another breeze came through and caught the hem of her dress, blowing it up and revealing her panties. He moved his hands down the outer parts of her arms to her hard breasts. His fingers traced the outside of her nipples through the silky material of her dress, and they became erect. He pulled her dress up to reveal a toned tan stomach..