You could cut yourself on a broken bottle, or an old washing machine. Who knows what sorts of things are down there, now.” “Why do they do that, M...m?” Sighing, she stooped down to hug him. “I don’t know, Daniel. Some people just don’t care. They dump their things there, because Mr. Johanson is too old to watch out for them. If they take them to the dump, they have to pay. It doesn’t cost them anything to throw things over the hill, so they end up in the woods at the bottom.” “Somebody should. I leaned over Aunt Cindy's round ass, which was stretched out by Liz's hands, admiring its size and shape. I wouldn't mind it being a little bigger and softer, but it was awfully impressive all the same. I went to my knees and gave Cindy a rimjob. Between that and Liz's equally expert tongue-work, it wasn't long before Cindy trembled with pleasure. I could see her lips darken as she came. They disentangled themselves from one another and switched places. I went to the kitchen and gathered a few. He recognised the danger – that her spasms might suck the cum from his balls in a crazy rush – and stopped his frantic motion inside her, gripping her ass till she had writhed and keened her way to orgasm’s end. An unrelieved cock, he sensed, was providing him with his edge that night; he couldn’t afford to be drained, Sampson-like, of his power. For a moment he enjoyed Scarlet’s helpless squirming on the table-top. Then he pulled his cock all the way out of her, Blondie gasping at the. "Good girl," he praised. "See, that wasn't so bad! Did you enjoy that?" I, I guess so."Jack still had a hard time believing a twenty-year-old married woman could be so fucking innocent. Maybe it was all an act. "I know you can do even better. Last chance, or your hubby and I will have a little talk."Pam feared her husband would learn about her relapse. Bells were ringing in her head along with all the warning signs as her body settled into unabashed contentment. As much as she feared what might.