Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girl since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were n...thing compared to the experience.The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their outlooks and attitudes so different. To begin with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding. She shoves it in so hard and so deep, I can't help but gag."Take it you worthless whore!" she puts it all the way in, my face pressed against her body. She holds it. "Gahhhhhh!" I choke.She pulls it out. Saliva explodes all over my face and I gasp for air. My God, she really had used me like a whore! My own wife! It was incredible.She holds it in front of me. I look up at her, panting. I'm at her mercy wondering what she'll do to me next. She looks down at me, expressionless. "Get on your hands. She told me that she thought of it for a long time. She thought it wouldn't hurt her principles in life that the man she marries will be the man to touch her. All I did was grope her boobs just a few strokes. It was so soft and firm. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I don't want be abusive.The next thing I thought of was for me to touch her pussy. She wouldn't let me. With just a. " I walked into his grungy kitchen, with a week's worth of dishes piled everywhere. I opened the refrigerator. I ate a bunch of his food, but that's not what I was looking for. I found what I was looking for. It was big, but not too big. It was cold, so I put it in the oven for five minutes to warm it up. What was it? A nice fat cucumber, about as big around as any penis that has ever been in me, but that was fine with me. When it was warmed up, I took it, and the baby oil, to his bed. I put.