She had spread her legs far apart, trying to get her fingers as deep into her pussy as possible. Still dreaming, Mrs. Zamora pulled her hand out and s...ipped her fingers into her mouth tasting her own juices! Rob struck at this moment. He lunged forward and thrust his hard dick, all the way to his balls, in Mrs. Zamora’s slippery pussy. She wrapped her legs around his back and forced her hips against his. This was an involuntary reaction. Mrs. Zamora was still dreaming. She was sucking on her. " - prompted the Professor’s wife - "Get one finger going into her asshole and maybe you can get two into her cunt. We have opened her up quite a bit since she came to live with us, but my husband still can’t get that cock of his all the way into her!" "Oh yessss! Suck me, fuck me!", screamed Sally, as she twisted and wiggled her ass, pushing her cunt up into my mouth. She was twisting around so violently, I could hardly control her, and now she was using her legs around the back of my head. The taxi has clipped a pedestrian's foot from what I can make out of the argument. I don't have time for this shit, I think, and with a muted "Cheers, mate," I deposit a note on his passenger seat and exit the cab. A quick look around tells me I'm only a short walk away from the hotel. It's slightly off the beaten track, but still in the City Centre. As always, you've hidden us in plain sight. The fear of being recognised in a small city en route to a rendezvous is always there, but it adds to. The truth is that I’m worried. I don’t know if he’s doing well, if he’s eating, if he’s making friends—if he’s lonely like I am. I’m angry with him for leaving even though I understand why he felt as if he had to. It’s just not fair. Ananda: ‘It’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault.’ There’s a heavy silence infiltrating our atmosphere that neither of us really knows how to break. Eventually, Michelle finds a way. Michelle: ‘We’re going to see him next.