Call me if that happens. Otherwise we'll speak again at the appointed time.”The line went dead and Jeanne closed her eyes as she flipped her phone s...hut.'You were a good friend at times Cereza, but you were an even bigger source of trouble. I'm sorry it ended this way.'Moments later her eyes reopened devoid of guilt, remorse or pity. A small smile played across her face as she set the phone down and picked up her oakleys. She slipped the elegant sunglasses over her eyes while pushing a button to. I barely gave her a chance to catch her breath when I moved my hand from her pussy to her clit-bud and started rolling it between my thumb and fingers. She instantly responded and started building again towards another orgasm. After just coming down from one, Diane was again flying high. Her ass was pressing and wiggling against my pecker and this time I couldn’t help myself and shot my load all over her ass. I longed to shoot it elsewhere, but for now her ass felt mighty fine and I didn’t mind. ” I loved these games. It’s what connected us. She liked a more physical penance, I needed her to be more inventive. She knew that. She knew she had to play with my mind. Create a fantasy.“Is it busy outside?” I peeked through the curtains wondering what she had in mind. There were a few early birds on the beach. “Open the curtains,” she ordered, and I obeyed by throwing them wide. Now, any passer-by who spotted the large window that looked into the attic of the pub would see my outstretched. Peter was above, staring back. He saw Susan’s brow furrow, and heard her raspy breath, and in that moment felt the familiar tugging in his loins, he heard her scream in her own climax. Susan was vocal in her orgasm, “I’m cumming,” she cried. “Oh, my God, I’m cumming.” Susan, even in her excited and glorious state of climax, felt Peter taking two or three more long and hard thrusts, then his body tensed. They were locked together that moment, his cock deep inside of Susan, looking deeply into.