I took my cock and rubbed it against her pussy. She was extremely wet. I slipped in up to the base of my cock. She moaned and ground back into me."Fuc...k me, John. I don't want you to hold back. I want a quickie and I don't care if I cum."I did exactly what she said. She must have read my mind. I reached under her and grabbed her perfect breast. I was thrusting in hard and fast. She was playing with her pussy with her right hand and using her left for balance.She lied about not cumming. She began. I had to know the truth, and to hear it from he own lips. I just couldn't believe that she knew what her husband was going to do." And you believed her?" Yes, I did. While she made some mistakes, and maybe she should have gotten some clues that Tran was up to something. But how could she have known that he had a gun and came to the church to shoot me? Or that she could have possibly have been a willing accomplice? I just can't believe she was knowingly involved." Oh, shit," I suddenly said.. "Peter took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and the young man got up and left the room.Mary Jane had her lips locked around Joe's fat, black cock and her head was rocking back and forth on it. Kraven had pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and he was ramming her pussy with deep hard strokes. She was on her third or fourth orgasm — they were coming so close it was hard to tell — when Kraven hissed, "Here it comes Mrs. Parker, here it comes" and he erupted into her and splashed her. ..many...times...," she went on, each word punctuated by a hard smack to my bum, "have...I...told...you...?" She was panting with the exertion, and my poor behind was stinging."Even with tits as firm as yours, you need a sports bra," she went on, calmer now that she had vented her annoyance, "unless you are trying to pull a muscle or make them floppy?" "No, of course not, " I protested."As for panties," she continued, stroking gently between my legs, "unless they are properly lined, shorts.