If the sofa action wasn’t enough, I almost forgot being on my knees for what seemed like 3 minutes, before the eruption of warmth and wetness hit my... face. I slightly opened my mouth hoping to feel his pleasures on my tongue, but that’s when I felt a tongue instead, kissing me passionately as if this were a last kiss. He gently grabbed my face, and while nibbling on my ear whispered, “I’m not done.” I came for the fifth time. He pulled me close. Put each of my breasts in his mouth and. You smile back. I walk around a few people and throw myself into your strong arms and you lean down to kiss me. I feel your lips against mine and the world is perfect. We stand there for a few minutes locked in our embrace. I don’t ever want this to end. I bury my face in your chest and hug you even harder. Never end I say to myself. Honey you whisper, my love, let’s get my luggage. I unwrap my arms from around you and take your hand as we walk to the carousel the alarm already ringing. I. He tweaked my nipple and gave it a little twist and I felt his finger slide around, circling my clit as my cunt became even wetter. He took his hand from my tit and lifted my hand away from his arm, removing his other hand from my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmmm, that was nice. I thought you were enjoying it." "We can't do this right now, not with your mum in the house." "Mum will be asleep for hours yet," I told him. I'd fucked her boyfriends loads of times in the mornings while she slept upstairs.. Marissa?s lip trembled. She never had trouble with any of theother guys in the office. From the mail clerks to the vice president, all wereawed by her full lips and bouncing cleavage, but Mr. Ambrosio was notimpressed. ?But I have someone for you, sir!? ?Anotherpathetic bimbo??Stu was not happy. He?d been in glorious bliss a momentago? Marissa waved in a short, very light skinned black man with a? hook nose, like hismom was the maid who got raped by the rabbi. What the hell is wrong.