She tried to get up but he kicked her and she started to cry. She couldn't take it anymore. It always ended this way. Her life was halfway over and th...s was all she had left.When she went to stand up, she was going to grab her coat and walk down to a neighbors house till he cooled off a bit. But when she got up he grabbed her hair and slapped her face and threw her onto a chair.Without thinking, she grabbed the fireplace poker and just started banging him with it, over and over again,. ”I stare into her eyes as she looks at my face, telling me it would be her pleasure as she hungrily feeds my stiffening tool deep into her mouth slurping noisily like a kid with a lolly, my hands caress her long hair as I push her head onto me deeper. Violet knows what she’s doing and soon has me on the verge, sucking my whole length deep down her throat as she squeezes my sac gently twisting my balls. It’s all too much and I’m quickly covering her throat with my thick come which she swallows. Marianne knew how Sophie felt about Cole and she’d done her best to edit out the worst of the debauchery when relaying tales of his wife’s exploits in Europe . Sophie had read her friend’s letters with a mixture of disgust and incomprehension. Bella had thought two midgets and an Irish Wolfhound were an adequate substitute for Cole? Since her death, Bella’s former intimates and thrown over lovers – legion in number – had been writing to Cole. Ostensibly, they wrote to express their condolences. Once on my lips, my fingers could move effortlessly up and down them because by then they were well lubricated from my growing arousal. It wasn’t long before two fingers had prised apart my swollen lips, starting their journey deep inside my pussy and to find an intoxicating rhythm in and out in long slow strokes. My breathing soon became more and more erratic as my hips began to buck against my hand. I was close to the point of no return, biting my lip to control my moans but then my fingers.