"What the fuck is going on?!" she asked, although it was really more ofa demand. "Who... who the fuck are you?!" Kelly, wait--!" I exclaimed.She, how...ever, shook her head. "No, no. I don't know how the hell yougot in here but I'm... I'm calling the police."I reached out and grabbed her arm, looking at her with eyes thatpleaded with her to stay. "Kelly, please, calm down!" I exclaimed. "Ican explain everything! It's... it's me." I sighed, "It's Jason."* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *"Hahahaha!. Her thighs clamped his head and she just fucked his face. She was wet and hot and Simon had to fight for breath. Her hands were on the back of is head, pressing him into her and she just kept coming. He thought he’d drown or suffocate.Finally she subsided and he managed to get her feet back on the floor. He raised himself. She seemed to glow. Her body had a sheen of sweat on it. Her big breasts moved wonderfully as she fought for breath. Her pussy gaped, shining with her juice and his saliva.. ‘And that’s why I’ve never said anything to you though I’ve been free for nearly two years. Because you deserve so much better than an immoral deviant. But when you tell me that you want me too… how could I resist that? I couldn’t. Which only proves again how much of a bastard I truly am.’ Cole rested his cheek against her hair and closed his eyes in resignation. Only to have his head snapped back up by the shocking trickle of warm moisture on his throat. ‘Oh God, you’re crying, please Sophie. "I'd better change" I manage to mumble as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and retreat to my room, dry off and change into my White Sox shirt and pajama pants. I returned to the living room and sat next to her, uncontrollably staring at her lovely tits in my wet t-shirt, nipples now erect. "Cold in here, huh?" I quipped. "Maybe. What's your excuse?" she responded, looking at my lap to the tent in my pajama pants. My initial reaction of embarrassment was quickly overtaken by pure audacity..