Ann took over from there and leant back and impaled her cunt on my stiff pole. “My God, that feels so good.” “It feels pretty good to me too,”...she replied. Ann had lowered her head to the carpet and was at an angle where it was a great way of fucking her. She could use her cunt muscles to squeeze my prick and that felt so fucking good. I reached under her breasts and pinched her nipples knowing how much she like that and the results were positive. She fucked me back. Our bodies were. I was speechless. What the hell just happened were the only things that were running through my mind. I wanted to say something but nothing was coming out. I was afraid my heart was going to explode it was beating so fast. After a few minutes I finally made myself speak. “What was that Matt?” I asked blankly “I said I had a confession to make. I want you Kristen.” He said as he dropped his head “Oh Matt, I don’t know what to say.” I replied honestly. “Don’t say anything. Just go with it.”. Well now you are going to be one, and a 50-cent whore at that. Dan turning 30, huh?. Well I ain’t sending his little whore-wife home to him until she fucks 30. How do you like that?” Dan snarled at her. “Just one more thing cunt, put this on too.” Dan drooled on her as he slid a leather blind fold over her head. “You can’t see or speak, but you are damn sure gonna hear!”She felt the cold blade of a knife on her ass, and with one quick flip of the blade her panties were cut away exposing her to. Vivevo in un piccolo paesino del sud , ultimo figlio di una numerosa famiglia. Mio padre quinto di sei fratelli faceva il contadino. Tutti gli zii erano persone con il fisico robusto temprato dal duro lavoro dei campi. Il secondo fratello era uno scapolo è raggiunti i 50 anni ne dimostrava qualcuno in più , braccia forti e colori scuri peloso quanto basta.Fin da quando ero ragazzino si divertiva a farmi giocare sulle sue ginocchia , all'epoca interpretavo i suoi giochi come un gesto d'affetto.