He was still feeling the bloodlust, and he sought to relieve it with her. His own teenage wife was still back in Missouri. The farmhouse was typical o... the style across the mid-west. It was two rooms up and two down. He ascended the staircase, holding the hand of the willing young lady. Her father was proud that his daughter found favor with the great guerrilla leader. "Let me see you removing your garments. Do it quickly. I need rest, but first I need your flesh, woman." He watched as she. He drove his cock into me harder pushing my legs back to my chest " i am goanna breed your ass like a fucking faggot whore " he drove his cock into me hard and something happened that i had never experienced as he fucked me i started to grind i felt like i was going to cum . my cock exploded and my cum shot out across the silk camisole i had on as i yelled "i am fucking cumming" " you are a dirty fucking whore cumming from just getting fucked up you faggot asshole" you want my cum up that dirty. “My beautiful Jill, I have waited all my life for you to find me. Like the note in the bottle, released on one shore and found thousands of miles away on another. We found each other. I won’t lie; I have enjoyed other women along the way. Sometimes more than one at a time. But from the moment I met you, something inside me made me realize that you are the one I’ve been searching for and the only woman I will ever need,” Michael replied as he gazed into my eyes.He took me by the hand and led me. ‘Okay, Earth, chow down.’ ‘Woof!’ See that? It’s gone in one bite. Now what dawg would hold a cookie in her mouth and not eat it, ’til I give her the chow down command? I’ve seen a dawg balancing a cookie on their snout, but never one holdin’ a cookie in their mouth and not eatin’ it, while waitin’ for the chow down command. ‘Woof!’ ‘She’s a good dawg.’ I always rub her head and pat her, after I tell her she’s a good dawg, while waiting for her to give me a lick. It’s a game we play. Never.