Ed did his best to suppress his guilt and reached out and touched the woman of his dreams. His arms wrapped around her. Luckily, both of her feet were...on the ground and spread for stability. His hug relaxed, arms dropping, until he felt the firm cheeks of her ass. Gripping them with every finger happened without conscious thought. It was a great ass, one of the best in the world and Ed had felt it. "Awesome." It took Jill reminding him they had plans to carry out. The showgirl dress had a deep. Ed informed me that Jen kept the company books. "We've converted the guest room into a home office. That's why we had to give you our old room," he explained. I politely told them the old room would serve my needs, avoiding the mention that I wouldn't be here long.I didn't offer to help with the dishes because I knew being near her would be torturous. I watched television with Ed until Jen joined us and then excused myself, saying I needed to unpack my bags. But after finding a place to store. She starts to gag, a sound he loves to hear. He loves to hear her choke on his dick, it makes him even harder. He picks up his pace thoroughly and aggressively face fucking her. She tries her best to keep up with his pace not wanting to disappoint Sir. He looked down at her sweet ass, he needed to be buried inside her sweet pussy. He pulls his dick out her mouth and turns her around keeping her on her stomach. He lines is tip up with her entrance and pushes. She lets out a scream of pleasure as. ‘Can I help you son?’ ‘Oh excuse me,’ Spencer says looking over the man. There is something so familiar about the man, but he cannot quite place it. ‘I’m embarrassed to say, but I believe I do not know where I am.’ The man laughs heartily. ‘You’re on the right path son. Just keep on that way,’ he says pointing with the axe, ‘and you’ll get where you need to be going.’ Perplexed, Spencer asks, ‘And where is that? As a matter of fact where the hell is this?’ ‘Not hell,’ the man says. ‘Just follow.