. I held my dick deep in her pussy as the waves shook my body, then slowly began to subside. A few involuntary convulsions shuddered through her tan,... thin frame, her little tits jiggling. Her big hazel eyes were open and fixed on the wall. My cock slid out of her cunt like an eel, long and wet.I sat up, lit a cigarette and sat back at one end of the couch with a whiskey, smoking silently.She was awkwardly spread out at the other end of the couch not breathing, legs spread, head back, long. Klugman had commented on Sheila's 'refreshed' look at dinner and I had to jump in to save her from blurting out something that would have given us away, saying, "It must have been the spa visit, I noticed it earlier myself."Klugman went for a walk where he could enjoy a cigar without being reprimanded. I rubbed Sheila's ass and got her hot and bothered then told her she'd have to wait until the following afternoon as I had business with Consuela that evening.I had thought it best to reveal my. “You know what I like?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.“Don't care,” she said, trying to still sound angry.“Your butt,” he replied, sliding his hands down her waist to grab a pert ass cheek in each hand. “I followed it all the way here.” He grinned down at her.“Dick,” she said again, turning her face up to smile at him.“You like my dick?” He pulled her hips to him, grinding against her a little.“I meant you are a dick,” she laughed. He leaned down and moved his mouth to her neck,. French antique furniture had been shoved toward the walls, forming a periphery that resembled Conestoga wagons circled for an attack. At the front of the room sat the lone piece of furniture still in play: a throne the likes of which only the pope or a king would own, decorated with mother-of-pearl inlay, elaborately carved with Empire style lions beneath the arm-rests, and polished to a high sheen. Sitting on the throne, without a stitch of clothes, was Karl Boch. Everything about his lean,.