"How about we make a bet? I bet.... my pussy can squeeze your cock so tightly, that you won't be able to escape it."Eee, too good!! This is one of man... things you've had floating around in your head for ages, with all of your other plans of stuff you wanna do. It's a chance for your dom to prove that his cock is undoubtedly stronger than your pussy, before going on to pound away all of your bravado. And the best part is, there's no way you could ever win at it! Now you're finally getting the. Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling through the. She felt his stiffening cock through the thick material of his uniform. He still hadn’t removed it, seeing as he had just got home. Wallen rubbed his lower body against her hip; she ran her hands down his chest and to the belt-buckle. She unhinged the thing then moved towards the zipper. Val hesitated. Wallen responded by pressing his face harder into hers, making her hands suddenly unzip his pants and pull them, along with his underwear, past his knees. His erection was large and thick;. Over that time, a few texts were received from Kirsten. A text got sent to her too, as I stood in the bedroom. "I'm having a nice dinner with Jack tonight, it's our anniversary," I sent to her "Oh, okay. Call me tomorrow, I guess. I love you," she sent back. "I know, I love you too. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I sent back to her. "Hey, Donna, come here please," I heard him yell. I toured back to the kitchen, and saw a new dress laying on the counter. An overwhelmed look appeared, and my right.