I realized I was getting fucked like I had always fantasized about as an adolescent, I was being fucked like a cheap whore.The guy’s pace increased ...nd he began punching my prostate g-spot. Over and over he hit it. He became rougher and went deeper and then I felt a pop inside me and realized from my own misadventures with girlfriends that the condom had broken. He didn’t slow. I moaned, and he moaned and he bareback-fucked me. Then, I felt a warm wet mouth on the other side of the glory. ” He got up.“Now it’s time to go back to bed. Come with me,” and he held out his hand. The light banter was gone, and his dominant self was very definitely back. The Well-Spring: SirI took off my robe and tossed it towards the closet, unveiling my erection. As I climbed back on the bed, she knelt down beside it, head down, arms crossed with hands on opposite shoulders, eyes closed, and said, “How may I serve you, master?”I stopped, and once again shook my head. “Come up here on the bed, then. "May I help you?" Brock asked.The woman was startled to see him."Oh, you really do live here," she said. "I'm Darla Darby. Randi's my daughter." How nice for you," Brock replied. "What do you want?" Well, we've been gone for a while," the woman said. "We didn't realize J.C. didn't live here any longer. We knew that he was in Cleveland, of course, but we thought he still owned this house. My daughter was rather upset when she came home. She said you threw her out of the house." That is perhaps a. They were smiling eyes, appreciative eyes that devoured exciting flesh. She looked around from one familiar face to another. The boys, now her boys, positively beamed as though seeing a nude Charlie's Angel. Even Don wore a smile as he clutched Lana, his new wife, possessively to his side. And Lana looked like a new bride, part of a couple, and the old wife was out of the way, consigned to purgatory, the resident fuck at Boy's Town, a living urinal, a living fuck rag that no ex-husband would.