By the end of the day Dexy was very tired and badly needed a drink.Now that her achol desire was quinched Dexy really needed to go home to her four be...rom condo and sleep.Getting up Dexy slapped enough money to.pay for her shots and give the bar tender a tip, she then stumbled out the door and inhaled the polluted New York air, walking towards the parking lot Dexy went through her purse looking for her keys, she wasn't paying attentionatt to her surrounds until she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Spreading her cheeks, Stan ran his tongue up and down the seam, his tongue darting in the little puckered hole. He slowly made his way down to her pussy, spreading her lips apart as he started to tongue fuck her, his tongue lightly grazing her clit. Mary began to run her tongue up and down his shaft as her hands played with his balls. Mary gasped as she felt him insert two fingers into her pussy as his teeth nipped and pulled at her clit. The sensations were so great she found herself having. . I...” The woman shuddered. “I need something. I'm so turned on. It hurts, Todd, but... but...” CRACK!“Beg for it,” my brother growled. “Beg for a man to fuck you! I know you love cock as much as pussy. You're a whore, aren't you?” CRACK!“I am!” she moaned. “I'm a slut. A dyke-whore. A cunt! I need it! I'm such a terrible wife! I need a man to fuck me! I need something! Anything!”CRACK!The zipper rasped. Not Mr. Armstrong's. He just stood there watching stunned. Clint pulled out his cock. My. " All right," Grace Clagett said. "Can't harm them where they are. It was mostly Lem's fault..." Hate to admit it," Mansfield Clagett said, "but she's right. He treated his wife pretty bad sometimes, and he was right sharp with that boy too." Wouldn't let him write or draw or even throw a stick for the dog with his left hand. No sir, would hit him and yell at him every time he saw him do it," said Mrs. Clagett. "Lem could be mean, 'specially when he'd been down to the tavern there." Never heard.