.. or anywhere for that matter. So you'll be the first and the only." Here you go" I say as I easily insert the tip of my head into her well prepped a...shole."Ok,slow, but keep going. I feel it streching.... oooowwwwww"I feel it streching too and accepting my rod entering a centimeter at a time into her super hot tunnel. It's three degrees hotter I've heard. It feels like a furnace. I get myself a couple inches in and stop, relaxing and pulling back a bit. Her rectum stretches back with me."In!". Capt. Johnson got a very good price for his furs, but the word was that this might be the last year for the high prices he was used to. Rumor had it that the bottom had fallen out of the European demand for furs, but the price had not fallen, yet. Nevertheless, the price was lower than Capt. Johnson had gotten the previous years. Maybe the fur trade was dying quickly, but Capt. Johnson refused to believe it. It was still only November of 1840, but people were already saying that the fur trade. If they didn't, he was figuring he might as well just start making plans to sleep on the couch in the corner of the office and start waiting for the divorce papers to be delivered.The first calls were people just getting ready to head out to their dinner reservations — one caller saying he had made his reservations over a month earlier. That just seemed to rub salt into Rogers wounds.Feeling defeated, he figured he at least needed to give Diane a call and let her know he was still at the. . a simple twitch of my hips and I could swallow him whole.“Does it hurt?” He stares at me disbelievingly. I stroke my hand across his cheek and slide my pelvis backwards luxuriating in the abrasion of his cock across my engorged clitoris.“I can get it off for you. Would you like that? Would you like me to remove it for you?” I bring my fingers to his mouth and run them across his bottom lip, feel him nod a reply as I glide once more down his length, soaking him with my juices, marking my.