Her eyes were glued to the screen. She moaned as she came once more. Her pussy was feeling like a glue pot she was so wet. I had to think of a way to ...make this happen and fast. “Is there any other videos?” she asked innocently. “Oh there are hundreds” I said “all sorts. See if you like this one” and I pulled up one, again with two women, but in this one a woman was wearing a strap-on dildo and really pounding another woman. She let out a moan. “My God look at that” she cried.I took the chance. “Because Cassandra’s a ketch rigged yacht, not a sailboat.” I replied, ignoring the second part of her question. “Some folks try to call her a schooner. But she’s my craft, and I if say that she’s a bleeding yacht, then she’s a bloody yacht!“I’m pedantic about it, because I want to be, and accuracy is important in my life. It’s people who get things wrong, that tend to screw things up for everybody else!”“There’s really is no need to use strong language Owe ... Tom. I know that Bill and I did. "I'm not here like that… I just… I guess I just wanted to talk, you know?" Actually, I don't. If you're with the redneck, why would you call me up, tell me you needed to see me and not to tell anyone about this. If this isn't a secret hook up, I don't-" Secret hook up?!" she shouted a bit louder than she meant to. "This isn't some stupid booty call. I feel very strongly for you, but I shouldn't and I just needed you to know that. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea." Because deep. “Fast, hard, this time,” she whispered. “Okay,” Davey said with a growl and thrust his cock deep inside her. He began to wildly thrust in and out of her, fucking her as hard as he could. His hands were at her hips, holding her up, while hers were wrapped around his neck. He kissed her passionately on the lips, hard and fast like the sex. He dropped his head to her breasts, nuzzling them before taking one nipple, then the other into his mouth. He sucked hard, nibbling along the sensitive flesh.