. that he might still love his husband. It’s strange because lately ... well, he’s been through many changes, and I don’t know what to think any...ore.”“Changes? Like what?” Carter leaned across the table.“Well, first he’s involved in some weird accident, and next he’s coming to work...” Simon trailed off, swallowing his words.“Do you two work together?”“Ah, I shouldn’t talk anymore. You’d figure out who he is, and that shouldn’t happen. I might not be the brightest tool in the shed, which means. Annette felt her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Madeleine, growing braver, eased her tongue inside the rapidly moistening split to draw it upward from the very vaginal mouth... upward toward the tingling bud of her clitoris.Annette's throat began to work. "Oh, yeah," you might hear one of locals say. "He dickered that poor, old gal. Used his big, old dicker on her, he did, which is about this long, give or take an inch or two... !" The sexy tale would then reveal, in lewd detail, just how the poor, old gal was ruined forever, spoiled silly, and no normal man could, or would ever satisfy her again. No sirree, not after the Dicker Man got through with her. So the yarn went. With various embellishments, as I'm sure you can imagine.What was known. Debbie pushed the gurl back, stood up and walked over to the center of the room where she lay down, raised her legs high in the air and spread them very wide to a split.The giant gurl knelt in front of her and took Debbie's pussy with his giant cock. Without pause, he slid his cock in Debbie's pussy all the way to the hilt, Debbie let out a loud groan of pleasure and with the exception of the music the only sound heard was the slap. slap. slap of Debbie getting pounded and Debbie's groans of.