He pissed with a volume that must have splashed water everywhere for quite a while, then his dickhead dribbled for a while and he began squeezing it i... one hand, more than I thought was necessary to get out the last drops. I stuck my finger through the hole and without a pause he was pushing his fat limp dick through the hole, a drop of piss on his fat brown dickhead. I sucked it out and suctioned the head of his dick for the rest. He started getting harder and fatter and longer. I was so. . I'm already y-yours... Don't h-rt me... Pl--se..."Fuck, her crying, humiliated tone, made me even harder. She was admitting her submissiveness, my dominance over her, but imploring me to have pity on her. That was almost as good as struggling and fighting... Actually, that could be even better.I grabbed her by the hair, like a ponytail, close to her scalp, and yanked her head in a way I could partially see her face. Then I took it out slowly, her flesh trying to hold me in so tightly that she. I was in my 40’s at that time and my soon to be new partner was in his 70’s. When we met for the first time. Truthfully if I was one of the a****ls caught by him; I would have no problem with him stroking and brushing out my fur. I would only hope that after he worked to dress me down. That he would keep my fur for his own pleasure and gratification. He was straight and old, but I envied the furs that belonged to his body. I fell in love with his looks and smell. Truth I have yet to meet the. Shaam ho chuki thi….humne aunty ko window side par baitha dia…jisse main aur papa aur zyada kareeb baith gye….hum chal pade….papa ne mere kaan mein kaha ki mujhko dard ho raha hai…maine kaha kahan??..to unhone mera haath pakadkar apne lund par rakh dia jo full size mein khada tha….maine buddhi aunty ki taraf dekha to woh so rahi thi…maine papa ka lund apne haath mein kaskar pakda aur sehlane lagi…papa ne mere kaan mein kaha ki tumhe khujli nahi ho rahi??….Maine kaha bohot…maine papa ka haath ab.