After turning on the bedside light, I helped her undress while supporting her. Then she fell like a sack of spuds. "Let's get you into bed.” I threw...back the covers. With her finally rested, I removed my shoes and jeans and dived beneath the sheets on my side of the bed. Minutes later a slightly wobbly Nick entered the room and looked at the two of us laying there. Kirsten, eyes closed, and was lying motionless on one side, her back toward me. Unable to discern if she was asleep or pretending —. Brittany sucked cock better than anyone Mr Jones had ever encountered and he was enjoying it very much. She was terrible at filing and making appointments but who cares; Mr Jones had secretaries for shit like that. Mr Jones was young for an executive president, most people guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, the pants of his crisp, expensive suit wide open. Brittany was twenty-one years old and happy to flaunt. She stood 5"5, with a body that she. When I’d switched her normal work clothes for sexy, revealing clothes and then sent her a smiling emoji when she said she had to work late, I’d thought I might be pushing her into the arms of her handsome boss Chris. But ever since I’d arrived at the meal, and especially since we’d retired to the bar, it had been the gruff-looking Union boss who’d been putting the moves on my sexy wife. She’d not said anything, but I was pretty sure Jill’s acceptance of Rocco’s advances was her way of sending a. She reached under her bed and pulled out a show box full of objects that she would either rub her clit with or insert into her pussy. Thinks like a hair brush to pill bottles. I was so hard and turned on at the point. I reached under her straight to her pussy and began finger fucking her with 2 fingers. She sucked more and she moaned and came within a minute. She sheets were so wet from her juices and cum. Our initial agreement was a blowjob only but I asked if I could fuck her quickly and cum..