My wife was getting pretty disconcerted, and finally she said, "How can she take that?Trying to hold my cool, I said, "I think you're jealous."My wife...looked rather defiantly at me, "Well, for sure you've never been able to go that long." Could you handle it if I could?" I guess I'll never know."I countered with, "Maybe he has an older brother."The noise finally stopped and soon we heard the shower running. When it stopped my wife said, "If they start up again, we're out of here!"I walked over. Well ... should I maybe talk to a lawyer first?"Jorgan looked at him, his eyes probing. "That would be your right, Mr. Stewart, if you think you need to talk to a lawyer. My understanding of the matter at hand, however, is that you were not actually involved in the altercation that took place between the gentleman in the minivan and your friend. Is that correct?" Right," Frank agreed, nodding rapidly. "I didn't have nothin' to do with it. Nothin' at all. In fact, I told Manny to leave the guy. With exquisitely trained skill and the last remainder of her tenderness. Her whole face was black now, everything but her eyes, that were mad instead. She sucked those fingers like she wanted to gag on them and when she coughed them out she could finally speak."You poor idiot !" she shouted, not noticing the streak of her spit running from the corner of her lips. "You’re so beautiful, you’re so free ! Why would you become me? I’m just a whore, slaved by the needs that thing in me sets aflame.. As his cum lubricated my man-pussy, I continued to pump his meat into me. After about ten more minutes, He pushed me onto my back and entered into me, missionary style.I held him as he pumped his hips into my man-snatch. He never slowed down as he pumped me, crushing my cock beneath his weight as he slammed that cock into me."You're my bitch now, aren't you?" he asked as he smashed his hips against my ass..."Yes baby!" I panted. "I'm your slut to use however you wish. Just give me that cock."I.