I paid a premium price for it.”“You have proof?”“Oh, sure ... you bet I do. It’s all in the file cabinet next to my desk in the apartment.�...�“Crap.”She smiled. “I have Plan B, though. Somebody told me to take pictures. I have pictures. Receipts. Boxes. The inside of the apartment.”“Sounds like good info. And those pictures?”“Dropbox. I am technologically advanced. They’re in the cloud.”“Ahhhh,” I laughed. “A woman with skills.”Her eyes flashed. “And well you should recognize it.”Mimi’s turn:Maybe. The ball came flying out of Chip's hand half a second too soon as he tried to throw before a big defensive end smashed into him. The ball fluttered as it flew our way, coming up well short of me. I desperately tried to backpedal to have a play on the ball. Adams was too quick. He leaped, snatched the ball from in front of us, landed and started downfield for our end zone.Tanner Riggs alertly sprinted for the sideline to cut him off. Adams lost a step avoiding Tanner. It was just enough time for. Oh, I love it, I mean, him.’ She then pressed button two, for a two inch release and pushed the second button on the speed control. George slid noiselessly in and out of her pussy, two inches out, two inches in, moving at a speed of roughly two penetrations per second. After several successive changes of control, Ashleigh had George slamming into her at full speed and moving a full six inches with each thrust. She was shaking her whole body as the first orgasm overtook her. George keep fucking. But it is no use. Every muscle on her face is betraying her inner state.Besides, Daniel pushes even harder to get a reaction from her. He wants to make his woman cry out.I look into her face, into her closed and shaking eyelids, into her pale red cheeks, into a drop of sweat on her temple. I comprehend her pleasure. I am fully aware of the other man and I accept it. "It's OK, sweetheart, pleasure yourself," I whisper to myself. "Don't mind me, I approve it. I even... enjoy it. Go on, free.