Annabelle let her self fall, ‘Oh sweetheart, no more, I can’t take any more,’ she groaned. ‘I love you, you bastard’ she groaned as she now ...partly recovered, slumped down on top of him. ‘That was fucking awesome you know what that does to me, you do it every time.’ Dave woke to the sound of laughter. Annabelle groaned and rolled over as he struggled out of her arms. He stared at her lush nude body, her soft tits smelling of milk. ‘I love your great soft tits’ he whispered as his mouth and hand. He told Carol what was about to happen and she nodded her head eagerly. Leaving her piano, she joined the Pope on the sofa. Little Karla was still wrapped in his arm and was now almost asleep.Meanwhile, Paula had opened a cabinet revealing a very complex audio control panel. At Koenig's nod, she pressed a button and returned to her own seat. From speakers around the room came the opening bars of Tchaikovsky's First Piano Concerto."This is the Boston Symphony Orchestra," Paula. And then Donald does something that makes things move to an even higher level. He takes his other hand and stick three fingers up her vag and begins to twist and turn them there. Then pressing them and the fingers up her back hole together and apart. And if that is not enough which starts her howling, gripping the table hard to hold on, he takes his thumb and begins rubbing her clit. This is more than she can take. She screams out as she cums. This is so wonderful. Her breasts and stomach. Once I realized that Laurie had feet of clay, it changed my image of her. A lot of things about her, things that she has always done, irritate me now. She was perfect and could do no wrong. I admired the way that she always tried to look good for me, I appreciated that she wanted to share the news and happenings of her day with me. So what if she had put on a few extra pounds? The truth is, I just never noticed a lot of things about Laurie before. Since she returned, I look at her through.