I kept doing it at an elevating speed and she started moaning louder and the point arrived and she screamed throwing out the nectar from her love hole... I wanted to turn her on and I drank all her juices and placed my mouth again and started licking her wildly and she started to get more aroused and this time along with my tongue I also put a marker inside her hole and reached her G-spot and tingled it stronger and she started moaning and screaming alternatively. I made her squirt for the first. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and the car drove off at speed. My heart was pounding at the thought of what they were going to get up to.Most of that night I watched TV and kept glancing at my phone thinking that she might contact me. I was desperate for her to call and tell me what they were doing together. My cock was so damn hard all night just thinking about them and what they might be doing. I did not get any such phone call, so I eventually went to bed at 11.00pm and lay there just. If only that had been what she came here for. She fished underneath the bed for her pumps. She’d lied to him earlier. Her love for him, at least, did resemble the movies. Unrequited. Christine found her pumps, crafted from smooth Italian leather, and slipped them onto her feet. Then she drew herself up and for the last time, drank in the sight of the man she’d planned on growing old with. She tried to think of what she would say to him if he were awake but there was nothing. As a last. She got out of the car, went to the back and peed, and called to me to bring tissues for her. She wiped her pussy, and then asked me for her panties. I had forgotten I had them in my pocket. The panties were almost dry they had been fucking so long. She balanced against me to put them back on, and then got in the front next to Rodger again. The ride to her house was very quiet; she was snuggled against his shoulder sighing contently, well fucked and totally satisfied. She was resting her hand.