We moved through our line like a well-oiled machine, and the ladies seemed to love the feel of the open road. I had finally gotten over the need to be...‘all serious’, as Amanda had pointed out, and hit my stride with the dumb jokes about cycling. “You know the kind, like ‘Why did the cyclist cross the road?’ ‘Because the ‘Dan Henry’ pointed that way!’ You know, stupid jokes that cause more groans than outright laughs. A Dan Henry is a road marker, usually painted on the road, that points the way. LATER THAT EVENINGI had picked my Daughter's bedroom for the evening entertainment for two reasons first i hoped she would feel more secure in her own room secondly i would get an extra buzz out of doing her while surrounded by her childish things,"Ok darling get undressed lay on the bed & lets will see if this cock of mine can fit up your cunt",Debbie hurriedly removed the few items of clothing she had on & jumped onto her bed,"Wow you are keen","Sure Daddy why not the girls in the films we. Bradley took a deep breath and took hold of my head and twisted it around his member till I felt;t him throbbing madly. Bradley pulled his wet penis from my mouth and took hold of my feet. Lifting them by the heels he placed the against his wide chest as he spread a lubricant across and into my awaiting anus. I was panting in anticipation as his huge penile glans brushed across my puckering anal opening. With a quick push, Bradley had seated his enormous purplish penile head into my anal. She so wanted the knife wound that would stop her feeling the pain, but she knew it was never going to come. Mistress Ellis would not be allowed that small gift.Her whole body was wracked with pain, as one of the village elders set fire to several torches. These were distributed evenly around the pile of wood that now surrounded the condemned woman.Upon his word, the torches were placed into the woodpile, as Mistress Ellis began to pray silently for help from Gad. Even now, her faith in God had.
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