“Are you the assholes who are trying to blackmail me?” she demanded.“I hate to tell you lady, but we ain’t here for your money,” Jackie said...“That’s good,” Rachel said, opening her duffle bag, “because I didn’t bring any money.”“So what’s in the bag?” Tommy asked.Silently, Dr. Finklestein pulled a small standing mirror out of the duffle bag and stood it up on the floor. From the shadows I saw her toss off her hat and slip out of her coat. Then she stepped into the light. Her brunette locks were. She had been embarrassed by how loud she got when he banged her like this, but with his assurance, she now let it rip, screaming his name, her love of him, for him, while wrapping her legs around him, arms holding him, as if forever, her pussy shooting streams of juice, soaking his crotch and belly, sticking to her thick pubic hair, she felt like her soul was on fire as she came over and over again. Her tears, pure, unadulterated joy, she never wanted this to end, knew it would, shit, Sean was. Not for long, though. As she knelt to pick up her bra, because bending was out of the question, almost every bit of reasoning ability slipped out of her head. "Oooo, what a bummer," she said. "I dropped my bra. I thought I was only s'posed to do that in my show!" On the way back up, she inserted a finger into the slit in her crotch and fingered her clit. "Oooo, ah, not yet, gotta wait til the show," she said as she licked her finger clean. After she fitted the monstrous cups around. For the next few minutes, Marsha licked and sucked, Emily groaned and bounced, Andrew gasped for breath and Charles nodded and smiled to himself as he masturbated. ? ? ? ?? ? ? ?Charles came first, spilling a load of watery cum, this being the third time he'd come tonight. Emily insisted that she be allowed to lick up her husband's cum from his belly.? While she did her housekeeping,? Marsha jerked her husband off with quick, short strokes, determined to make him come once more to demonstrate.