She went to one of the boxes and grabbed a roll of masking tape.“Go where?” Dan asked.“I don’t know. Just go,” Ann said without looking at h...m. She went over to one of the other boxes and pulled out a package of plastic drop clothes.“Are you going to tell me what you’re painting?” Dan asked.“Nope. It’s a surprise. That’s why you have to go,” Ann answered. She knelt by the wall and started unfolding the drop cloth.“I do have to do some work in here,” Dan said. There was no way that he was not. Then I turned facing the window at first and then on around with my as to my dresser. I then stepped and leaned against the dresser with my ass as I spread my legs again. Slowly I pushed the end of the handle into my pussy. It slipped in easily as I burried it in my pussy to the hilt. Then I slowly began to fuck myself again. “OOOHHHH fuck Stace, why didn’t you ever try the brush before, it feels so wonderful.” I continued fucking myself, picking up the pace. “UGGGhhh yesss fuck your. Having been left out of most of the warm sliding. She pushs forward enough to hold it firmly against her swollen clit: rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural growl from my throat. " gggggggrrrrrrrr." Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my swollen head looks like now – rubbing back and forth against her hard clit, between her lips, getting wet, throbbing in perfect time to the pulse I feel between her legs. That pulse is getting. She dropped her dress as I moved nearer to her and then placed soft caressing kisses onto her neck. She soon turned around and removed my top, then placed her arms around my neck and looked me in the eyes as our heads moved together. Our lips met and mouths opened allowing our tounges to meet and massage each others. Our lips aparted and I gently laid her down on her bed and took a good look at her banging hot body. I grabbed her G string and she lift her legs up into the air to allow me to.