”She protested the whole time so I eventually put her panties back in her mouth and the tape on her lips. I took a hundred and fifty pictures of her...like that from every angle, close, and far. I pulled the baseball bat out of her pussy and it stayed open for some more pictures.Then as it closed up I remembered what Mom had said about letting the guy fuck her. Hell, if he could, I could. I removed my clothes. You should have seen the look in her eyes as I undressed and got between her legs. Her. "I wish you had milk to give me, Nancy." So do I. Maybe you'd like some pussy juice instead." I returned to her sodden crotch. With a light tap to her ass, she lifted off the bed so that I might strip her of her panties. Her beautiful scent—she sprayed herself, obviously; I wondered if that was routine for her or just preparation during the day for a planned seduction of me that afternoon—her scent attracted my mouth to her like a bee to honey. And it tasted as sweet, though that part might. While he enjoys being in my wife, I straddled myself above my wife. I rubbed my cock on her face across her lips. Then she engulfed my cock fast. She was horny. Whenever she sucks my cock fast she is extremely horny. I peeked over my shoulder to see that she had spread her pussy with her fingers. Giving the doctor a good look into her pussy. Wetness dripped out and ran down onto his cock. By now the doctor had slowly been thrusting his cock in and out of her ass. My wife told the doctor, "Start. After her death he was usually found dressed in black from head to toe. Nightly, he would pore over the albums and files of the pictures he had of her, seeking to find a new expression on her face, a new angle of her body that he had not noticed before. Christine posing, love in her eyes; bound to the whipping post, her sleek body covered in angry red weals; Christine on all fours, being buggered by Yuri, her back arched, her full breasts dangling. But he had known and had loved every last.