Pete had worked her up to a fever pitch and Julia's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture--her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness.... Pete placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly. His face hanging within inches of the soft pubic mound below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach and his thumbs lay pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Ann sucked in her stomach with a gasp as his thumbs massaged for a. "So, you want your big brother to take care of you?" I said while gently rubbing her tiny clit, making her gasp."You're the only man I feel comfortable enough to do this with… And…" And…?" A-And I want it so bad… I want you so bad… But I don't want you to think I'm some sort of slut for letting you do this…" She said with a sense of urgency, and I saw tears start to form in her eyes."Hey, no…" I caressed her forehead, the soft chocolate-colored long bangs that made her look so cute, yet so. My attentive wife inquired as to my reasoning on the subject and I was sufficiently vague as to leave her with unsatisfied curiosity. I was certain it was not the last I would hear on the subject in full anticipation of my spouse interrogating me at her leisure when we were deep in the arms of love in nocturnal bliss. She had a keen sense of timing in such matters and would catch me out in dreadful lies or convince me utterly of the logic of her reasoning if I acceded to her wishes or that of. Keenan immediately guided his dick into her pussy carefully with her big, shiny ass cheeks trembling to adjust to the penetration. His hand moved from around her throat and latched onto a hip, mimicking the other; thrusts followed under her jiggling cheeks. Eye contact broke and her forehead pressed against the table as muffled moans disappeared into its mahogany. As the fucking continued, the sound of their slick flesh slapping against each other permeated the room. One hand moved from her.