Stinging slaps rained down on Gemma's arse cheeks, leaving angry red marks and Gemma sobbed even more, "You fucking bitch...wait til you've got this b...ig bastard...up you...see if you don't cry..." redhead just smiled and reaching underneath Gemma, she continued to rub her cunt, delving her fingers into her moist hole. "Oh, you potty mouthed little fucker...I've got a jar of lube in my bag...but you're not having any now because you've been so insulting...take it like the little whore you. ‘Harold, there’s nothing about me that’s faked.’ He looked up at her eyes again, and it was amazing for him. This woman was so fun. There was a playfullness in everything she did, even in the way she said his name. With Trish, ‘Harold’ sounded like a chore for her to say. With Veronica, it was entertainment. ‘That may be the case,’ Harry said, chuckling self-consciously at this sudden feeling, ‘but we’d have to do the tests anyway. We do need to be certain about what’s under the polish.’ She. Here I was...again. I had let my guard down, and again, you had me lock, stock and barrel. If my fist could have reached my face, I would have punched my own lights out. DAMMIT! How could I have been so fucking stupid...TWICE!As Symbian pumped into mid air, you took a large dollop of KY jelly onto your fingertips. You brandished your lubricated fingers in my face, smearing the pastie goo between your fingers and thumb. I guess getting even wasn't good enough for you. You planned to go at least. The feeling of her soft hand on my cock was magic but looking in the mirror and seeing her actually doing it was like watching a porn movie with us both as stars. Hazel smiled at me through the mirror and moved her hand down over her stomach and ran it over her swollen lace covered pussy. She groaned as she slid a finger under the elasticated leg and made contact with the naked flesh beneath the lace.I reached down and began to tease her right nipple through the lace of her bra and felt it.