Then he spit it out, hitting the E.T. square in it's only eye and ran like hell.HardboiledPavlov, Pavlov... the name rang a bell with the hard boiled ...etective, as he doggedly followed the trail of murder and mayhem that led him to the City Pound. The chiming of the church carillon near by reminded him that it was almost his dinner time. No chance to stop for a bite now, he thought to himself, spitting into the into the street's littered gutter, hungry to finish the mystery once and for all.. Now was the time to give into desire and lust for the luscious little body in the mirror. She teased open the folds of the silky little flower and exposed the hidden little nub of flesh inside. She moved both hands down to her willing little cunt and with one she held open the delicate pink lips and with the other she teased and rolled the little nubby sensitive treasure inside. Juices clung to her fingers and she heard the wet sticky sound of her own hot body’s excitement. Inside the swollen. Her both parents were very regular at church and when they found out that father Paul needed a volunteer to help him write and practice a speech for Thanksgiving day; they made Sophie to volunteer her time for the Noble man. The priest was a true man of God. His massive kindness for the mentoring the youngsters and adults; his extreme sense for the caring of all in his parish was rumored to be only equaled by his huge sex organ, which if nobody had seen but must have felt curving down to his. “So fucking good. So fucking good!” Joy kept screaming into the mattress. I pulled my cock out of her ass and flipped Joy on to her back. She moaned and writhed in disappointment at the empty feeling in her ass. I grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders. Joy scooted her ass to the edge of the mattress, eager to have it filled with my thick, hot cock again. I grabbed the rope that held her tits bound and pulled her to me. “What are you, Joy?” I asked with heavy breath. “A whore,” she.