Nothing fancier than khakis and a polo shirt; the ship’s “elegant dinner” would be the following night. I’d bought a new suit for that night; ...y memory also bitterly reminded me that Lilly had purchased a new dress. I hope her new guy can’t ever afford to take her anywhere nice enough to wear it, I thought grumpily.With those thoughts running through my head, I wasn’t in the best mood when I got to the dining room. I told the maitre’d that I’d been moved to a new table, and he confirmed the. Before she could answer, Martha grimaced as she felt the punter's bulging arrowhead firmly push its way into her bottom, past her protesting and spasming muscles and deeper deeper into her rectum.Sylvia encouraged Derek, her palms firmly cupping Martha's spread buttocks. "Come on, boy", she half shouted, "fuck it. fuck it hard".Derek obliged, his flat pelvis slapping rhythmically against Martha's shuddering arsecheeks. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure. Waves of nerve-shredded agony were. There was no answer at this early hour, and she left a message on the answering machine that she wouldn't be in today and that she would call later to explain. She was deeply afraid that if Brent had left her, she would have to provide for herself and the children and she would need a job. This one, as bad as the situation was, paid very well and since she had no other skills, she would need to keep it for as long as she could. It was the worst of all solutions and yet the only one that she. Ken then moved forward, with Mandy taking him in her mouth, she was hungry for his stiff cock. She eagerly licked and sucked him, before he started to plunge deeper into her mouth and throat, you could see that he was going in deep, and you could also see that she was struggling to take him, but at the same time she was still bucking her hips as if fucking an invisible cock. When he finally stopped his assault on her throat and pulled out, you could see that she was struggling to breathe, his.