After 15 minutes of making out, Aunt Lori said, “Let’s go up to your room, I want you fuck the shit out of me.” We got out of the pool, grabbed ... towel to place on the bed and ran up to my room. Aunt Lori placed the towel on my bed and got on top of it on her back. She smiled and said, “Fuck me. Fuck me so hard, I want your hard cock in me.” I got on top of Aunt Lori and gave her a big kiss on the lips; I grabbed my hard cock and shoved it in her pussy.I fucked her at a fast pace. We were both. Telling her felt right to me because Shirley wasn't the same to me as any of the other wives. She was the one that Joyce seemed most concerned about, and she was still in Ridgeline. Also, Shirley had remained faithful to me. I didn't want to tell Dr. Fellows that, but it definitely made a difference to me."Kenny, a large part of the anger and unhappiness you exhibit has to do with you trying to pretend you weren't as hurt and affected by what you think of as your wives betrayals. This is a. If she wasn't so wet you'd never have made it in. She isn't a marionette, she's a stuffed puppet now."Wait." She cries. You ignore her and push another few inches in with a snarl, halfway there. Little Steph struggles in your clutches, her hands push at your chest, to force to you stop but you press down harder and push forward again. Another inch of her body stolen for yourself; growling in satisfaction, you take another inch after that."It's too big! Stop!" The teen cries out as you invade. Did you know that it costs the taxpayers over a hundred grand a year to keep them locked up? I mean EACH prisoner!”“And I said it’s just the cost of keeping us safe from marauding embezzlers,” Jim said with a grin.“Come on Jim, seriously. Why can’t we put the care of low and medium security prisoners in the hands of those with money so they can make a little money of their own? You know, like laborers and construction crews and farm hands and data entry or something. You know, the junk jobs.