John stuck his prick in her mouth and told her to suck it. When she refused he slapped her. Lula did as he said and quit crying. She swallowed his spu...ting cum.John kissed her and said."We'll get along just fine as long as you do what I say" he smiled. John ****d his mother every day and night he stuck his prick up her asshole and fucked her. He pissed on her when he didn't have a hard dick. His mom was a stinking mess. Lula pretended she liked it and one day she went to her closet and got a. Moments later, she rolled off my face and fell asleep. She left me with a face covered with smeared fuck slop, and the taste of the same, that she and some stud made in her pussy.I have to say that my vivacious wife and I have to attribute the success of our 12-year marriage to the same policy the US Military has applied to gays.The philosophy in our marriage is rather simple. I don't ask her about many of her activities and she doesn't tell me everything that she does. That's not to say I. He had been introduced to alcohol several years ago, as some of his closest associates in the garment industry drank at every conceivable opportunity. He liked drinking. He admitted that one or two drinks after work with his American friends did not break any moral code. He would casually sit at the bar and order a light beer. The beer relaxed him at first, but after three or four he felt more than loose, and in that period when relaxation gives way to a light inebriation, he knew he should. Before I could turn on the water to rinse, that Woman was inside the bathroom and standing under the water with me, and Bo turned me to ruffle the water through my hair as the shampoo cascaded down. I wiped my eyes of water, and felt Bo’s hands smoothing the remaining shampoo and sap down my body, before she said “I’ll do the conditioner, Anh Steve” and she smoothed it through my hair, put the bottle back and used her long fingernails and fingers to untangle my hair. I leant back against her.