' thought Chris."Honey, do you think my breasts are getting firmer?" Sandy asked her husband, two days later while getting dressed for work in the bed...oom. She noticed this morning that her breasts didn't settle into her bra as much and there was less pressure on the shoulder straps."They are? They sure look good to me from here! All that work you put in at the gym must be working."After Chris went into the kitchen to get breakfast, Sandy went back to the wardrobe and started looking for. Be careful for my kitchen door it coming off the hinges and it gets stuck sometimes.’ ‘I can fix that door for you, one thing the Army taught me is to be handy with tools.’ ‘I don’t think I have any tools, when Mr. Fallon left me he took all his tools with him. Whatever I have is in that top drawer there.’ Jimmy went to my junk drawer and rummaged around, ‘Here, this should do it.’ He pulled out a screwdriver I didn’t know I had. In about five minutes, my door was back on its hinges and working. For just a moment, I was king of the fucking jungle. And the bitch was scared. Or at least startled by my yell. Her expression when she turned to gape at me was so funny I actually laughed. She collapsed forward, putting her face into the cushion, but remained with her ass in the air, my cock still inside her. Both of us were breathless. I pulsed my cock into her twice more then on the third just pushed hard, driving her face harder into the couch. Then I abruptly pulled out and, without. Ooohhhhh, yes! Your fingers feel good inside my ass! She moaned out as he began finger fucking her ass with a steady rhythm. Oh, God, I hope you fuck my ass, Mike. Please fuck my ass! My slutty ass NEEDS to be full of your cock! “Are you gonna fuck my ass?” She asked as she looked over her shoulder. “What do you think?” Not a sign of protest was delivered as he continued to ravish her private hole. She really is a dirty whore! This one is not getting away. He slowed down his thrusting cock to.