. They'd snatched him off the streets of the capitol, in broad daylight, as he'd been returning to his office from an expensive lunch. Al-Qaeda? Anarc...ists? Criminal gangsters? Ken had no idea. His captors had shoved a black hood over his head and bundled him into a car. That hood had remained on his head as they'd drove and drove to a place where the hustle and bustle of city activity had faded away.Hours later and still blindfolded, Ken was standing with his hands tied behind his back. He. “Back when stories of these rites became myth, or legend,” George added, “virgin meant only that a woman had yet to have a child.”Again a silence descended. George studied the exchanged glances, the unspoken thoughts, the subtle movement of bodies into positions more secure. He imagined his wife would not be sharing a sleeping bag with him tonight, but wasn’t too sure that mattered.“You said waiting. Waiting for what?”The question came from Lucy. George knew it would be her that asked, knew. He soaked his fingers with her pussy juice. He pulledhis hand away and began to insert a dripping wet finger up her anus. As itmoved inside Marcie squealed with surprise and delight. His thick fingerworked its way slowly up the tight corridor of her rear entry. Marcie'smoans of pleasure encouraged him. Soon his entire middle finger had made itsway up and the lady groaned with pleasure as she responded with enthusiasm.Suddenly, he pulled his finger out and once again reached for her pussy.. I only knew him for a short time, but my feelings were that I learned everything about him from our fuck session. As just the right mix of thrusting and kissing met, holding out wasn't an option. "Shit." His arms gripped onto me tightly. "I'm gonna fill you up again." We both grinned and his cock acted as a cum gun as it shot up into me. His mouth opened and moaned too. "Holy shit, Maria. You are one insane MILF." We both collapsed on the bed and cuddled together as his stomach was to my back..