Her cries sounded like a horse neighing. Her head was hanging back and an arm was dangling as he continued fucking her. He rudely threw her back on th...e bed and squirted cum on her thighs.I thought she was spent, but she turned on her belly and crawled back towards me.I let her do a line off my cock. She sniffed it and laughed out loud.“Yeah,” I said.She got on top of me and worked my cock into her, even though she looked so tired. She tried to fuck me but had no energy. I grabbed her hips and. That would have been just too much. She watched, hypnotized, as gush after gush of thick white jism fell back on her hand or ran sluggishly down the steep slope of her belly. She fingered her belly-button thoughtfully and licked it. “Mm! Salty.” She swept up a big blob and swallowed it. Then she looked at me wickedly. “Maybe next time,” she whispered seductively. I was too confused, too ashamed, and, yeah, too happily serviced to say anything. We took our shower early that Christmas. In. Shelly grabbed my face as I got to the door, and shoved her tongue down my throat. The kiss was short, but intense. She released me with a ragged breath and a lingering swipe of her tongue, and then turned my face toward Moira. Moira glided up to me, and put her hands on my chest. She tilted her head back, eyes half-closed, lips half-open. The kiss wasn’t as wild as Shelly’s was, but it drew me in and shut out the rest of the world. I don’t know how long it would have gone on if Shelly hadn’t. When I clicked on 'Brunette Plumper from Dave', I make a silent comment to myself about her nice tits, then I moved on. About three pages later I clicked back on Dave's plumper and studied her face. I was sure I had seen her somewhere before but I couldn't remember where. I could have been from a previous picture set but I had my doubts. Anyway I downloaded all twenty pictures then switched off and went to bed.I had forgotten all about the pictures until I was in my local supermarket, and who.