They let her go reluctantly, reaching after her as she slipped her arms free, but not ensnaring her like they could – like they had before. She was ...still supported some inches above her couch by a springy bed of ghostly tendrils, but that didn’t concern her. She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and peeled it off over her head. The limbs cradling her back and head let it pass as she pulled. Then, after only a small hesitation, she reached down and shucked off her dampening shorts. Like an. I backed my mouth off of him. My hungry pussy was wide open and very eager, and he slid right in, effortlessly. Just when I thought he was in me completely, he gave a last push, as if to work his balls into me, along with his shaft. I was now stuffed so completely full of him. He pulled out until only the head was still in me; then he slowly slid back into me, gliding smoothly along my naturally lubricated inner walls as he descended. He paused, and he again gave that one last final push. He. Ben continued to stare at the girl he thought he knew so well. He tried to let words sink in. Tara took his silence to mean that he wouldnt run out of the house if she walked away for a second. She walked back to Lauren and leaned down to whisper something. Lauren nodded and got off the bed. Tara walked back to Ben and pulled him a little farther into the room. Ben followed her, curious about what was going to happen, since neither of the girls had gotten dressed yet. Tara knelt down and pulled. ” She says, taking a step forward towards him, before glancing to the sides, checking the coast is clear. “How about you get something better than a selfie from me? Something a little more... Personal?” She says with a suggestive tone, moving a hand up to run along the neck-line of her dress to draw attention to those fantastic, big tits.“Wait, what?” He says with genuine surprise at the offer, easily picking up on the hint she just made. “Woah! That's... But you're married!”Tara laughs for a.