Again I hear that low drawn out moan as Anne presses backwards with her hips and ass to meet those intruders. I let up on my grip and move one hand t...o her hip and one down to grasp my flagging cock. Still not regained its rock hard rigidity from earlier but still hard enough to move forward. I tease the head of my cock up and down the dripping outer lips of her pussy, gently whacking the head against her swollen clit, back up and tapping it against her sweet puckered little pink rose bud of. They are a couple and, as such, they are an economic team. As a team, they are doing damned good.“You and I are an economic team. We’ve pooled our resources and reinvested nearly everything we made. We bought old used vehicles and fixed them so that we could drive them without having to worry about them breaking. We started up our businesses before we ever hooked up with them and we’ve grown our businesses. We’ve spent very little money on ourselves. We’ve restored cars which are now worth. ..another...and another. I remember soft lips on mine, a grasping hand inside my trousers, my back arched against a passage wall as my cock exploded down a hungry woman's throat. I remember tasting only faintly my semen on her breath as opposed to its full bodied texture on my tongue before swallowing. And then I was alone, drunk, disheveled, and unmistakable defiled. I straightened myself up in the men's room. Washed my face. Tucked my shirt. Combed my finger furrowed hair. And made my. “We've got to get you out of those wet clothes before you catch your death,” she says with a furrowed brow. With those words said she goes to the task of disrobing me. I'm unable to protest, still numb from the cold. As she’s leaning over me, unbuttoning my coat, I catch brief glimpses of her breast and even her nipples. How can I be noticing this in my current state? Even on the brink of freezing my blood heats up and I feel my manhood stir. At some points, her face is so close to mine I'm.