I love it.” “You like being fucked, don't you.? You need it. You're a needy slut.” Barbara gasped as Mark stroked his meat in and out of her wet...ess. “Yes I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Tell me you need it.” Oh, I do.” Mark began to drive his massive cock deeper as he lifted her legs toward the ceiling. He was pounding her with all his effort. “Fuck me. Fuck me stud.” Barbara was moving her head from side to side and panting as he relentlessly bottomed out in her. Mark leaned over. .. I mean, when you and I first started dating... I admitted I’d been with other guys.”“You never said you were exchanging X-rated pictures—”“Well, you’ve sent me X-rated pictures yourself—”“You never sent any back.”I clenched my jaw for a second, and I forced myself not to scream. “Look,” I finally said. “All this is from before you and I were together. Besides, why were you looking for naked pictures in the first place?”“There’s nothing wrong with me looking at naked pictures,” he said. . Ruthhad already undone my pony tail and was combing my hair out when she tooknotice and mentioned to her assistant doing my nails. "That should be enough Jean, we don't need him floating to the ceiling,"she said with a lilt in her voice and a bit of a giggle as Jean took thecontraption off my face then wheeled the accompanying little tank to asmall storage closet. She then returned and continued on my manicure. Thenat hearing the following conversation I knew that Madge had indeed madeplans for. Marg knew she had to be careful and over the next few days had invited her over to talk about the problems and what could be done. It was a while before Marg brought up the topic of sex and learned that Anna really had no experience other than a husband who had fucked her in the same style and the same time every week. Anna was to strip, lay under the covers with lights out. Her husband would strip in the bathroom, pull back the covers, spread her legs, fuck her until her came quickly, and then.