“Have you ever been fucked like this Keri” I asked as started fucking her a little harder.“No, fuck no! Oh my god, keep fucking my pussy” She ...hrieked “Reach down and finger your clit” I said as I took her hand and licked her fingers to moisten them.Keri did as I said, looking down at her pussy she started rubbing her clit with her fingers as I kept pounding away with my cock.I could feel her pussy get even wetter as she fingered her clit. I had her legs spread as far open as I could get them. He started to apologize "Sara I...." She turned to him with a big smile on her face. "Baby I didn't..." she cut him off again as she walked over and dumped the water on his head. Then burst out laughing.He stood there shocked. He thought he had hurt her or scared her but she had taken it as a joke. Well if she wanted to be playful "oh this means war" he ran to the fridge to get the big jug of water as she squealed and ran for the front door. She had barely made it to their front yard when he. The glisten in his eye was gone.The dour droop to his face replaced with an upturned smirk. His eyes darkand hungry. The old Doyle had reamerged from where it had been hiding.Brash, confident and loud, "She might be fit, but I prefer you."Art couldn't help it. His self control was loose at best. The wine hadtaken hold. The compliment hit him like a ton of bricks. Bricks thathugged close to his heart and warmed his insides. This was Doyle. Doyle!He hated Doyle and everything he was. Didn't he?. I rolled Maria's stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a lustful groan. She craned her neck back and found my mouth with hers. Apparently the skills developed in sucking cock translate well into kissing. 'Hungry' wasn't the term here, 'ravenous' seemed to be more applicable to how Maria seemed to be when it came to sex. I was still having to wrap my mind around the fact that this was the same woman who so shyly crossed herself and scooted out of the laundry room.