The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and Charles’ routine continued much unchanged. Perhaps as he cycled or walked past Luc...y he would slow down evermore, his eyes lingering in places they shouldn’t. One particularly fine evening in late September he went for a walk. His former wife, Lara has called him, insisting he increase her living allowance. He was furious and told her to contact his lawyer. The walk would clear his head. Despite it was far too long to be. They were oblivious to other passengers on the elevator. They walked to Marcie's room clinging tightly to one another, giggling when Brent put the security key in upside down.As soon as they were in the room, their clothes came flying off as their hands explored the other's body."Hurry, let's get in the shower," Marcie said, recalling her earlier unwashed experience with Melanie. She didn't want that to occur again.Her pussy was dripping juices down her leg and the aroma was exciting her. They had rolled together in the night and were facing each other. She drew in a breath and smelled his male scent. Her hand was between her chest and his and she lifted a finger to drag it through his chest hair. She remembered her dream, and then watching as her mother got fucked by the cock she had dreamed about.Fucked. That was the word for it. Jill wasn't used to thinking about things like that and using words like that. But now she knew what that word meant. It was a raw, sexual word, a. It was like pulling teeth whenever he would ask her. “Ugh,” she groaned as he bottomed out in her ass, forcing her forward onto the bed every time he did. He wanted to make this last and savor the sensation for as long as possible but his impending desire to cum won out. He fucked her three or four times in and out before he felt it firing out of his cock. He pushed in as hard as he possibly could; forcing her up the bed. His cum catapulted through her ass in long distinct ropes. He then.