“Hey slut, what’s your vital statistics” he shouted. She looked at my husband. Anne nudged her to answer. “5’10”, 31-26-31.” He went bac... to the phone. He then came over to Linda and handed her the phone. She took it off him and said “Hello.” to the caller. Whoever was at the other end surprised her. She recognised them. She looked open eyed at my husband who smiled back. She listened for several minutes before answering. “Yes, I would be very interested. I would love the part. Yes, I. . and a concussion. Nothing major really," she said before she suddenly switched and asked with concern showing in her voice, "So why did you do that? Why did you two go that far?" I didn't plan to at first, but Dad is pretty skilled. It was the two of us suddenly going at it, trying to test the others limits you know. To trying to prove to the other that we knew what we were doing. I mean it's not like ... wait ... did you say two broken ribs and a collapsed lung? And that's not major to you?!. I couldn't resist and stuffed my stiff prick up her tight asshole driving my prick deep into her rectum and stretching her anus for the onslaught to come this afternoon. Colleen moaned and twitched as I reamed her tight butt bringing her off twice without shooting my own cum. I wanted to have plenty of hot sperm left for Carrie and Shauna and held off even thought the tightness of Colleen's young asshole had my balls bloated with sperm. Colleen looked a bit forlorn when I failed to fill her. He smiled and suddenly pulled his cock from my ass. He stood at the foot of the bed then grabbed me by my thighs and pulled my ass down to meet him. He raised my legs again and reentered my hungry hole. “Oomph” I moaned. Bryan held both my legs in the air as he began to slowly and rhythmically pump my ass. Oh, how good he felt inside me. After a short while of slow pumping, he held my legs together in front of himself and really began… well, to fuck me, fuck me good. Bryan’s balls were slapping.