“Wow, that was awesome,” she panted after finally regaining most of her breath. And then she plunged forward again, making the huge cock disappear...impossibly into her face. The only reason Robert didn't come right away was probably due to the fact that he'd already cum twice in the last few hours. Nevertheless he started to feel a tingling sensation in his balls as the woman started to move her head up and down his shaft in an increasing tempo. “Slow down,” he urged her. “Come sit on it. '"I'm not a god. I don't want to be a god."'It's just a word... a label. Don't let yourself get handcuffed by labels. They only mean what you allow them to. If you don't want to be a god, then don't be a god. Be a hero, or a leader or a public servant or a sage or whatever label you feel comfortable with. Let others apply the label, and they will, believe me, no matter what you want. Just be who and what you are and walk your path the best way you know how.'"And what about the. The excitement had already encompassed me and my own manhood had appeared hard and twitching beneath, I enjoyed the sensation and watched on seeing Sarah straddle Paul and slide her already wet pussy against his length, wetting it with a slick white coat before arching her back and taking his head inside. A gentle groan escaping his mouth as it slid deeper inside a warm and wet place filled with sexual desire and then himself.Her rhythm matched the sound of the stereo with music filling the. "Nice tits", the guy told me as soon as he'd half ripped Margie's shirt and bra off.I adjusted the rear view mirror so that I could watch my wife being molested by this stranger.I could see Margie undoing her skirt and wriggling it down over her hips and legs."You really are a dirty fucking cunt aren't you", the guy laughed.Moments later I could hear my wife's cunt squelching and the guy exclaiming "what a wet, sloppy cunt the whore has"!We reached the guy's house. It was completely isolated.