Mom’s contractions on myfingers felt great. But I knew something that would feel even better.I pulled out of her ass with a wet pop andstraddled...her face. I presented my fat smelly dickto her and she began licking and slurping on itwithout complaint. She was too tired to deepthroat, but she was able to bring me to orgasmanyway. She greedily swallowed my cum, and lickedme clean. We held each other and drifted off to awell-earned and peaceful sleep. Well that’s my story. It has been 3. Instead of a short sleeved sweat shirt, I wore a tight tee shirt and a sweat jacket hanging loose over my .38.I had Helen at 10AM, then I had a meeting with a gun dealer to look at a .10mm Glock. He usually sold his weapons at gun shows, but he was close enough for me to meet him at a highway rest stop halfway between our homes.Of course it wasn't just any Glock 20. The ones he had were from the government's surplus sell. Supposedly they had been part of the 'Fast and Furious' operation. They. It didn't appear that he had tried to track down the wounded animal," Laura told me."That was a very dangerous thing to do!" I told her as I hoisted the pronghorn up by its back legs."How long had it been since you heard the shot?" I asked, as I used the saw to remove the head and then began to gut and clean out the animal."More than forty-five minutes, maybe closer to an hour," she told me as I worked."And you are sure there was no sign of the hunter?" I asked."No, no sign or scent either,". Sheeven thought about getting a horse since they lived in the country and could keep one in their barn instead of just old cars. What really pissed Chris off was that Mark was hung good. He measured at11" long and had a girth of 8 1/2" inches of meat. And the way he pounded herpussy would make any woman scream and cum forever. Even Chris came like a floodwhen Mark poked her with his beautiful cock but he refused to bust her asshole.It wasn't because he'd hurt her, he didn't like it and.