She is totally relaxed and confident sexually to such an extent that she has happily gushed all over her bed, my bed and her sofa it is one of my favo...urite things to watch. I am yet to make her squirt, but am trying my best.The other night, we had been having sex for a while and she was too wet for me to finish again in her pussy; her having had several orgasms and gushed. I was on top and pulled out making my way over her so that I was kneeling in front of her face. She parted her lips to. Reaching her soft pubic hair, Ann spread her legs. Feeling Mary's fingers on her lips, Ann pressed her hands on top of it through the blanket and closed her eyes.You're so wet, Mary exclaimed. I've been thinking about this all day, Ann said with a grin. While Mary switched between fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit, Ann fumbled with the buttons on Mary's pajama top. Ann moved up higher on Mary's leg. Sucking on one, Ann played with Mary's other tit. Moaning softly Ann bit down on her. ‘You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing the right thing, Abby. You know we can’t have them here.’ She closed her eyes, realizing he was right. She’d been blind with anguish, not wanting to abandon her mother to her fate and hadn’t stopped to consider Gabriel’s feelings in all of this. She was a terrible wife. ‘I’m sorry.’ He growled. ‘Don’t apologize. Let’s go. I don’t know if the rest of these idiots are awa—’ ‘Hey, stop the fuck fest and let’s haul ass,’ Angelo bellowed from downstairs.. Where was she? This definitely wasn’t her bedroom. Her bedroom had her clothes and things hanging from every available space, this was a room that was big and tidy, done in the same muted colours as the rest of the Mitch’s apartment. Checking to see if she had anything on, she saw to her relief she was wearing her bra and pants, but who had undressed her? Looking to find a clock, she found one on the bedside table, and gasped when she saw the time. Eleven O’clock. She should have been at work.