This is the cue for the third guy to withdraw and unleash his load over Lindas back, she shrieks saying to make sure she gets some directly next time....Lindas as is now twitching as she waits for the next pounding, he spits into her anus before he slips in two of his chubby fingers and then his aching cock. He has been masturbating as he watched his friends sodomize my wife's ass. I bet you like buying that dress now don't you he says. Linda moans yes. Yeah that little slut dress, that's what we. I'm older than my landlord! If anybody knew ... I mean Actually KNEW, I'd be in jail in an instant.'Pedophile took on a whole new meaning.'Looking at those little girls ... lusting after the redhead ... Megan!! She was probably, what? Sixteen? Remember the time you responded '1946' when someone ... who was it? ... asked his birthdate.' Bill scratched his head just above his right ear. 'Fuck! I don't remember!'Bill was in a panic. Inside his mind, he was born in 1946. The second child of a dad. Inside the room, only feet way, they could both hear Anton talking to the girl.“Is this what you wanted when you came in today?” he asked when she seemed to start enjoying it. “To be fucked by the man who’s store you thought you could use however you wanted, you fucking slut.” He was really giving it to her now, pressing her hard up against the back wall with her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her above average height gave him a perfect angle to get himself deeply into her, and her cute. Her eyes taunted him. As he got close enough to her that he could reach out and catch her dangling flats, she spoke, "Show me my heels, now." It was all he could do not to eye her sexy bare feet peeking from inside those shoes. He bored his eyes into the bag and dug out the box, putting it on the floor. He looked up at her and saw her smiling almost devilishly at the price tag, not even looking at him any more. As he opened the box and the red heels glistened in the light of her room, her.