You are playing with your breasts. You tell me to keep stroking. I can see a wet patch beginning to grow on your panties. You see me looking and you t...ell me to get on my knees and mouth you through your panties. I’m in heaven! I run my tongue over the material. Breathing in your scent. I feel your hand on the back of my head forcing me even harder into your crotch. You hook one leg over the arm of the chair, spreading your legs wide. You pull your panties to the side and you demand that I lick. She didn't want it falling on their bed so she raised her hand. The goo ran in little streams over her wrist and down her forearm."I better go wash this off before it gets everywhere," she said and went into the bathroom which ran off their bedroom.As she washed her hands John came up behind her and hugged her close. He leaned in and smelled her hair, kissed her cheek and reached his hands around to cup both her breasts."Jo, you are an amazing woman and I love you so much. And you are an. Then she tells us about the sex traffickers capturing them so I naturally ask, "Jens, what are you doing about finding those bastard sex traffickers?"Jens laughs and responds, "Linus, why should I do anything about them?"I continue, "Well, shouldn't you find them to prove that Ben didn't father Mira's baby?"Jens continues, "Linus, I made the mistake of not believing Ben once; I won't do that again - especially since Liz told me about Mira's visits to a fertility clinic in Denver. To be. Sliding his hand down to her cunt, he dipped his thumb into her sopping box, getting it covered with wet, sticky goo. This he transferred to her ring, rubbing it around the rim, making it very slippery. With a final sharp thrust he pulled out of her furrow and guided his knob into her waiting bum. He pushed in slowly, letting her take it easily, feeling the sensual heat of her tight ring squeeze his shaft along its length. Then slowly, he withdrew his meat, pulling back until only the knob was.