.." Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt guilty. "Hell no," ...e blurted out. "Why should I be sorry. I told you to hold still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so don't blame me!" Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair. So don't expect me to post anymore rather graphic sexually suggestive photos, &/or videos anytime soon enough again if that is the case, &/or situation really, or truely, or seriously of what that being of the person of i myself wish, or hope to do however said, i mean whereas it had just been brought to my mind to try to think to act upon that thought as a prodigal-son playing part of the-devil's-advocate, &/or likewise as the lesser of two evils being of the same of the said in question, &/or. You should be ashamed of yourselves, picking on the new arrivals."And you, the one slipping up behind me. I heard you when you got up and if you make me turn around and waste a bullet on you you're going to end up gut shot. It'll take you at least three or four days to die."I heard something hit the ground back there and then he told me it was his spear and that he was going to walk in toward me. I told him to come ahead."What the fuck are you doing out here Johnson?" the first one I'd. " Is that better than my son's little prick?" Ben smiled with satisfaction. He knew of his son's lack of endowment, and he figured it must be from his mother's side. His son's bride's pussy felt so incredibly good on his cock, he instantly knew he deserved to fuck her much more than his son did. And he had a feeling he would get her whenever they had a chance."Oh fuck yes Ben... come on... give me a good hard fuck to celebrate my wedding with your little boy." She leaned further down, and felt.