"No, no-AH! Ahhh!"Her spit-sweetened asshole clenched around my dry dickhead, squeezing me, clamping me. She cawed-a gored glamour girl, skewered on t...e end of my shaft. "You can't! It hurts! FUCK." She reached back and tried to ward me away, batting at my hands as I kneaded her ass cheeks. I grabbed her wrists and spread her arms out, exhausting her struggle easily."LOVE IT!" I ignored her pesky pleads and jammed deeper."Oh god, GOD! No, no! Don't fuck it any deeper! PLEASE!"The fiery-hot. Little did I know, this was just the start of many things to come.My wife came home in the morning after having worked all night, told me she was going to bed, and asked if we could keep it quiet until mid-afternoon when she woke.I went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Much to my surprise, Tammy, my step-daughter and the other girls were already awake, rummaging through the cupboards, looking for breakfast stuff.And then I heard my step-daughter make a comment that stopped me."We missed you. "Byron yells, "Shhhoot, I need to go see if he's okay." He then runs after Masha and Inga.I hold up my hand and say, "Give me a minute then we can continue to trade insults." I pull out my phone, raise some serious hell with the TSIFFTS and they finally promise to send one of their medical planes to assist with Jennifer, Jack and any other injured personnel. I hang up the phone and Jennifer says, "Wow you really gave them shhh- a very bad time. What's going on?"I show Jennifer my disgust with. She did, however, come home with male friends on a not too regular basis and judging by the very noisy reception she gave them, Emma felt no reason to doubt Charlotte’s passion. Nevertheless, it was a little embarrassing how on the more regular occasions Charlotte got a little tipsy, she would declare her love for Emma. Charlotte worked for the Civil Service, but envied the glamour of Emma’s job. She would put her head on Emma’s lap to have her hair stroked and entice Emma to tell her once.