Yes my love take me as the whorish slut I am. Fill my forbidden tunnel with your thick hard cock.Yes. Uh huh oh god I cried out. Yes my husband. Take ...e, make me your whore, your slut, I submit my whorish bowels to the power of your hard thick mighty cock. I moaned out in wanton joy and whimpered in delight as my own son brutally pounded me into submission.Brutus grabbed me by my hair and violently pulled my head back and shouted out in a loud deep growling voice. Yes you’re like a bitch in. I got a better view of her. About twenty one years old, I suppose. She’d got bare tanned legs, disappearing under a short skirt. Bare feet. And the ropes, of course. I could just see her head; short brown hair, wide eyes fringed with long dark lashes. She was staring up at Ray in his balaclava mask. Her mouth was half open, white cloth spilling from it; like she’d been interrupted in the middle of a meal and she’d been eating her napkin.??Sorry about this,? said Ray as he leant forward. When he. ." I asked, and watched as his face fell. A railway buff himself we'd spent many summer evenings on that bridge, the trains hurtling along below us as he'd tell me and my brother the types of trains and their history."No," he replied heavily, seeming to shrink a little under the weight of memories. "Not any more."He led the way, sadly, leaning heavily on his stick, to the little side gate, the one we'd never used when Ric and Renee were alive, when no fancy 'private' sign had excluded us from. Let's go upstairs and take some pics!” With that, we took my camera and went upstairs. Locking the door, I set up the camera on a tripod. Quickly taking off all our cloths, Marie got my cock pretty hard, then pulled the foreskin back over the head, showing that I'm uncut. I programmed the camera to snap the pic in 10 seconds. We stood at the edge of the bed, next to each other, with an arm behind each other's butts. Marie at a slight angle toward me, showing her womanly curves to their.