Sure, I sent back to my wife. We could communicate telepathically, thanks to the Siyach spell.Liar. I could feel her amusement through the sending. W...ho're you fucking right now?Mary always seemed to sense when I was fucking through the sending no matter how hard I tried to keep the passion out of my thoughts. Of course, when you were buried in a woman's ass that felt this amazing, it was hard to hide your passion. Fucking a mother's ass while she eats out her virgin daughter's cunt.I see why. I bumped into him in the main hallway and he suggested we go into his study. He was upset and he needed me to soothe him like only I know how,” she said, practically purring.I knew I would be sorry I asked, but I had to ask anyway, “And how did you do that?”“Well, we went into his study…” she began.“Wait,” I interrupted, “you said the study? Not the bedroom?”“No, not the bedroom. He took me into the study, bent me over the desk, lifted my dress, and unzipped his pants. Then he took out his. Please will take me to the toilet? Looking down atKatie she was aware of what her mother used to call her "Potty dance". Thmovement of a small girl who has realised the urgency of the situation andis trying desperately not to wet herself. A moments panic at the thoughtof either burning the Omelettes or switching everything off to deal withthe emergency was solved when Fiona stepped into the breach and offered totake her instead which Tricia was delighted by. Katie precious, Auntie Fiwill take. She was my filthy little cumslut. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching as my cock slid in deep and came out glistening with her spit. Her grey eyes were dark as they met mine, she never looked away and all I saw was adoration and thankfulness that she was allowed my cock and ball juice. My fingers raked through her hair and curled into a fist as I thrust and plowed into her throat again, holding still and feeling the muscles ripple along the length, then that magical tongue lapping at my.