"Fuck my ass, Willis! It's yours now. ALL yours!" As she had uttered those words to him, she had the feeling of having just stepped across a line, an ...invisible line, what they call a 'Rubicon', and that by having said the words, Willis really did (or soon would) 'own' her, and own her ass as well as nearly everything else about her! But that was precisely what she'd hungered for for years and years married to her feckless husband; but that was likely over with.True to his word, Willis had taken. Her eyes got a little misty when she saw how Marty had fixed it up but she ate ravenously and smiled apologetically at me with her mouth full while I explained how we had marketed the car. She finally finished eating, sat back and patted my hand, ‘Oh, Jack, I’m happy the old car made someone happy. But why did you come all this way to tell me about it?’ ‘Nancy, Marty and I sold the Flash in Las Vegas last week,’ and told her the story of the auction but left out the bit about the hookers and. We continued – getting faster and faster, my fingers getting deeper and deeper, and Grace alternating between running her lips over my shaft and sucking it hard between her soft lips. It wasn’t long before neither of us could continue holding back. I felt the cum rise in me and let a stream of hot creamy jizz spurt out over lovely Grace’s lips and face at the same time as she reached her own fulfilment with my fingers thrashing that soaking wet pussy into a frenzy. She looked amazing – my. .. is it..." I'm in the kitchen," answered Stephen's voice. "Would you like me to fixyou a drink?" um... Okay," said Kylie her voice shaking."We've got Breakfast juice, which is Orange and Mango and Pineapple allmixed together or something, or Milo. Water too I guess." Uh... a water would be okay." Righto"Kylie made her way to the kitchen to find Stephen had been busy turning theroom inside out. The bench tops were cluttered with pots, pans, plasticcontainers, sauce bottles and packaged food..