Molly's juices tasted sweet with a hint of muskiness as I lapped up and down her labia with my tongue. Barely past her last orgasm, Molly enthusiastic...ally encouraged me to continue licking, kissing and fingering her."Oooohh ... Sweet Jesus!" she moaned. "You took lessons from Jay, didn't you?"I licked around her clitoris without answering, eliciting a groan. "No, I got lessons from my big brother," I said when I paused a few seconds later. "I gave advice to Jay."I wormed a second finger inside. .." I let my emotions rule my head? You think so? Of course I let my fucking emotions rule my head! That bitch, that psychopath turned my wife into ... she made her..." I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up your..." Can you even imagine what it's like to only be able visit your own wife during the visiting hours of a psychiatric clinic? To only be able to see her from the other side of a glass wall and not be allowed to touch her because all that she cares about is sex? To know that she will. I could see it on her face, and with her moaning and gasping, I felt she was begging me to do faster and harder...I almost made her climb on the walls. She is a very sensual, but in the same time, cock hungry woman.I admit though, it was kind of exhausting to please her. Got all sweat. While fucking her from the back, my sweat drops were linking heavily on her body. She has a tatoo on her has, that made me fuck her like a lunatic; very sexy. Her ass, i mean. Sorry, I remember now everything and. Let it suffice to say that parts of his anatomy were relocated to other areas and that his hair was left intact with his head just sitting on his swollen belly. It was a gory sight and one female journalist from the local print paper fainted dead away on the dusty ground with her undies showing her liking of silk fabric against her delicate hindquarters.Sam had to confess that he found that particularly stimulating despite the picture of the dead agent in his mind and the scent of his nasty.