Your hands clutched into the armrest of the sofa, seemingly bracing for the harrowing song of my satisfaction. You immediately knew I was experiencing... something I hadn't before, something you weren't physically equipped to give me.Regardless of what kind of equipment you had between your legs, the harrowing fact remained. You weren't remotely as big as him."Oh my- god!! Fuck mee-ee-ee!!" my squeals of pleasure echoed from within the bedroom. Each of my moans was a gut punch, gut punches that. " She falters at the open disapproval in his eyes, then startles violently at the warm touch of a mans hand on her shoulder. "It is fine, Jacques. We will introduce her around." The low, resonant voice belongs one of the two men, the rolling r's of his speech, the cadence, magnificently French. Glancing behind her, she takes in the aesthetic features framed by dark hair, high, prominent cheekbones, cold blue eyes, thin, sensual lips, the lithe, tense body. "Whom are you here to meet, Miss?". “Miss Karah, you feel so good… so hot,” Francesco whispered in her ear. “Ooooh yeah,” Karah wailed, letting herself go. “Do it. Do it. Yeah, fuck me.” Francesco obliged her, fucking the older married lady with passion as she writhed beneath him. Karah’s legs quivered on either side of his thrusting hips as he pounded her. “Yes, oh my God yesss,” she wailed, feeling the passion rise in her. Suddenly Francesco sat up and sat back on his heels as he pulled his cock out of Karah’s pussy. Kevin’s. He doubted that it would be more than a year. He jotted a note to call his lawyer and find out what more he could do to protect himself.He checked his watch. It was almost time for him to go pick up the kids from the hospital. He wondered how often they would visit him, if he were the one who was ill. It wasn’t a very pleasant thought.He mumbled, “I could die, and no one would miss me.”He took the time before leaving to set up Eric’s computer. He put the printer on a small table between the two.