When his lips didn't part, I pushed my tongue between them, fighting my way into his mouth. Finally he relented, and I kissed him with surprising pass...ion. Later I would confess to my wife that I was trying to kiss like her, trying to be his bitch in heat.My arms gave out and I fell down flat on my lover, pinning his arms between us. He wriggled them out, and then took a firm hold on my ass. Lifting me slightly, he began to drive his hard cock up into me. Once he found a rhythm, all pretenses. He could tell that I was getting close to climax and I had interrupted his rhythm, but I wanted something else. I moved off the bed to the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed. It had no back to it and I was able to kneel on the bench while resting my elbows on the foot of the bed and my head on a pillow. "Come over here and give me what I need." Steve pulled the chair from the corner of the room and placed it directly behind me. I could only imagine the view he had of my now soaked pussy and. It’s a matter of grace and poise.I actually ‘studied’ Lauren Bacall for many years; that broad is still sex on the hoof! All you have to do is watch how she interacted with Bogy; all female.Very few of ‘us’ seem to try to do any of this. I’ve watched – they don’t. Most of the men in our lives are ‘men’. As sluts/girlfriends and lovers; we’re giving them what most GG’s won’t. Well, they give it until they say ‘I do’ then; it becomes, ‘I don’t’ after a while. Most of us sluts know the value of. I'm the one who shot you, and I will keep the priest away from you until you die and afterwards. That will insure that you go straight to Hell. What do you say to that?" No, no, senor, please don't condemn me that way. I beg of you. I can't talk or my family will be killed." I'll protect them if you tell me their names and how to find them. And I will let the priest in to take care of you if you tell me who hired you and your friends. If you don't do those two things, I guarantee that you will.