Frosted at the base with snow-white pubes, thick veins roped around and around the shaft that jutted up, ending in a dark brown helmet, smeared and gl...stening with pre-cum. The other hand glided her fingertips down the underside of the shaft, making Mr Bishal moan. That hand found the sagging ball sack, almost hidden in a mass of gray wiry hair as well, hot to her touch with each bloated orb heavily laden with saved-up cum. Focusing her gaze past the pulsing dick in her hands, Sister Mary. .. and slippery, just the way he liked it. His head propped up with a pillow, he'd watch her white love ooze collect at the base of his dick as she rocked up and down, greedily taking in the glide of his thumb in and out of her tight rectum. Bliss. If given a choice, this would be his preferred way to die: His dick in her pink pussy, his finger inside her anus!Or vice versa. But the best moment was when she came. He could feel it inside her ass even before she started moaning... first a gentle. He already knew most of what I knew about Ken's secret agenda, and that he was the implement of his own destruction. Knowing we ferreted it all out, and were two steps ahead of him the whole time, would act as a warning to those who came after, and Hawk Dryden was no fool. He wouldn't play a game with stakes that high.So far no one was asking the probing questions about the make-up of those aboard Air Force Two when it exploded, and what that meant as far as Ken Stanton's actions. Hawk was also. After thoroughly oiling my head and shaft, I placed my hands on hers and her hips and proceeded deep inside. Rhoda just let out a pleasant moan when I took her. She was one hot mother. She was tight for a woman her age, but maybe that was due to her workouts at her aerobic classes that kept her in good shape. Maybe it was from lack of use. Slowly at first I inched my thick cock into her. After several short strokes, I sank my meat all the way to her cervix. She was still having contractions.