“Okay Dave, I have it and boy am I ready for this. My cunt is throbbing like hell!”“God I wish I was there to help you do this. Of course I’d ...se my hand, and not that bottle. Oiling my whole hand, rubbing it all over your cunt, then one at a time work the digits inside you, until all of them were inside you. Now I’m fucking you with my fingers. God, Kandy, you're so hot and wet already."“Oooh fuck, how’d you know I love to be fisted? I wish you were here too. We’d do more than fist my. Considering the way the silver and gold markets have skyrocketed these last few years, this was probably a larger glittering fortune here at our feet than the stacks of bundled Jeffersons, Grants and Franklins.I immediately had the humorous notion that DD had the right (if rather dwarven) idea all along. Certain that big stack of bundled dead presidents (and Franklin) wasn't going to be worth more than just toilet paper by this time next year, if not much sooner. All of that paper needed to be. He moved his hand to my other nipple and caressed and tweaked. I moaned and shook with the orgasm that was to be the first of many.“Stand up” he said in a deep gruff voice, almost a command.I did so and he bent forward and kissed the bell end of my shaft. Then he stood back up and turned me around. He stood behind me, his rock hard dick pressing between my butt cheeks. His strong arms wrapped around me and again he caressed and tweaked my nipples. Again I shuddered and moaned as he kissed my. .. pressing the tip of his cock into the tiny, throbbing hole, wet from her inadvertantly aroused excitement. Arching his loins, he raised up slightly, directing his hard instrument straight into the tightly clenching orifice, and Jennifer screamed: "AAAAaaaggg! Uuugh!" and she twisted her buttocks above his thighs, trying to throw the slowly invading cock from her, but he held her firmly and with each buck of her body his prick skewered into her defensively resisting anus another cruel and.