Cathy couldn’t tell whether it was her saliva or the woman’s juices, but there was a lot of it. As she was concentrating on the woma...’s pussy, again she felt Bill touching her from behind. She felt his cock pushing, easing off, pushing . . . then suddenly it was pushing on her asshole, not her pussy. A muffled no escaped her lips and then a shriek as Bill slammed his cock into her backdoor. No, no! Cathy thought, no! I don’t do that! But not. I was out in the driveway shooting hoops when she drove in. I rushed over to open her door for her and to watch her get out of course. Was she ever dressed to kill! Rachael had on a silky white blouse that had a deep scoop neck so that I could see half of one breast. Her black micro miniskirt allowed me to see her white panties stretched tightly across her pussy and she was still sitting behind the steering wheel. Rachael smiled up at me and then slowly brought one leg over to place it out onto. When she began to subside, he softly licked the sweet juices dripping from her as her body quivered. He gently laid her hips back on the ground and set her feet back on the floor. He removed his jeans, moved and hovered over her, looking down at her face. She smiled up at him and grabbed his neck and pulled him down, kissing him deeply and tasting herself on his tongue. She could feel his cock head bouncing lightly against her sensitive pussy and needed him bad. She lifted her hips slowly. "Yes Allan bought me a wine coloured satin gown to wear with matchingheels for the ball and I quickly realised that it just wasn't possible towear a bra with it. Wearing one would just spoil the look of the gownwhich had a built in bustier," I declared and then searched through myphone for a photo I'd had taken of me wearing the gown so I could showher what I meant."Oh yes I see what you mean," she replied. "I bet that gown wasn'tcheap." By all accounts between that and the Jimmy Choo heels I.