He then slapped her face with his cock again. She told me the man took Ana’s own cell phone and took a picture of her with that huge hard dick burie... into her throat. The fucking bastard sent the picture to me…Ana later told me that he made her beg for him to cum into her mouth. He said if she wanted his cum, she should beg and cry for it…Ana smiled, but then she begged him almost crying in tears…She said he then held her head and began to fuck her mouth very roughly. He began to deep stroke. "Bob? B--o--b!" She drags the name out, trying to get his attention, but then turns to see what he is looking at so raptly. Now I see her eyes take you in, but instead of appreciation, they spit daggers at you. But you ignore it all, always the cool, sophisticated and urbane young woman."Did you see how that man looked at me?" you whisper after the waitress brings our drinks. "It looked like he was undressing me!"I put my hand on your thigh under the tablecloth and smile at you. "No Karen, I. Each screwing thrust sent fuck sensations shooting to her toes.Todd came over and kneeled in front of Jenny. His big uncut cock was hard again, and he was working it in his fist, jerking the foreskin up and down. Fuck-lube oozed from the pisshole, greasing the shiny knob, leaking under his foreskin. Jenny stuck her tongue out, and Todd shoved his cock in Jenny's mouth.Jenny's eyes crossed, turned back, rolled deliriously. She'd never been so stuffed with cock. Her every fuckhole was filled with. In Carmel, there are no street addresses. This is by choice, for Carmelites like their privacy and the daily trip to the post office where they pick up their mail, meet friends, and chat, sometimes having coffee. It is said that, sooner or later, you see and meet everyone at the Carmel Post office. Each morning around nine, after a bracing walk on the beach, Kim would drive to the post office, park and go to their mail box. Each morning she saw an air mail letter, her heart would pound, for it.