My next shot hit the gas tank and this gentlemen voluntarily removed himself from the van and accepted our personal hospitality." Damn this camera," D...rk muttered half to himself as he slammed the camera down on the floor. He kicked it into the corner and turned to walk away.As he left the room, one of the guards said, "Too bad your camera doesn't work. We wasn't going to say nothing anyway. Why should we? You might as well turn us all loose."Another of the state cops turned to the scared. She gagged as my bell end met the back of her throat and I pushed it into the restricted entrance. Good. There would be lots of spit to smear across her face. I liked making a mess of something so pretty. I pulled her face towards my body and chuckled.David grunted as I forced every inch of my cock into Miranda. She struggled a little and her face grew red.One two three four five I counted. I wouldn’t go easy on this beauty.Six…seven…Her eyes began to roll.She was my toy, my slut, and my God. He was good fun and quite outspoken, which I liked a lot. He used to make me laugh when he cursed in English, which he often did! One day, Jaime said he had received a letter from his family in Spain and it said that his brother had died and now the house was vacant, so Jaime decided to take his retirement (he was about 64, roughly 20 years older than us) and go back to Spain. The weekend arrived when he was to leave on the Monday. He spent the day going to see friends and saying goodbye. We. I didn’t say anything. She came close to me and poured oil in my dick and started stroking it.Mom: Wow, son, you have grown up. How does it feel?Me: Feels good.Mom was doing just the same as the story we send to her. After a few more strokes, she stopped.Mom: Will you put oil on my body, son, please?Me: Ok, mom, I will do it.To my surprise, mom was improvising the story we sent to her. She removed the towel . I was applying oil from her back while she was sitting in a small chair. I applied oil.