His arms strained one last time against the heavy metal shakles and defiantly trembled. His chest tried to rise and get that cool air which it knew wa... so close by, but failed in all attempts. Finally Alan felt like he was falling down a spiralling tunned of heat and muscy darkness. The only part of his body that showed signs of life was his manhood which was deeply embeded inside his wife's sex. All three bodies glistened under the bright lights in the room as sweat poured from every inch of. It’s never easy to prosecute women, especially those who commit horrible crimes. Crimes that defy logic and reasoning. This woman was a wife and a mother. She worked as a paralegal in Boston. She had friends who thought her a wonderful person. Then all of a sudden she snapped. To say this was out of character would have been the understatement of the century. Juries are loathe to convict women. This gender bias has worked in the favor of too many female criminals to count. The Judge in this. " Marcia has bigger boobies than I have, will mine grow bigger or will mine be small like Mommy's and Amber's?" Honey, that is a hard question to ask. First, I don't know how big Marcia is, but remember you and your sister kind of take after my side of the family. We are tall and thin, and if I remember right, your Grandma Grove had bigger ones than your mother. So I would say that yours will grow out much bigger than they are right now, you just have to give them time. It takes time for some. 

She regained her legs as her orgasm subsided and I stood up. She started to lower herself to suck me. I stop her and said, “No! It’s too late for that!” I spun her around and bent her forward against the wall. I entered her roughly, she let out a load moan.

I slapped her right cheek and reminder her to be quiet but she was too far gone. I don’t even think she remembered I was there at that point.

I thrust and thrust, each one harder than the last. I could feel my orgasm building as I felt.