Between the three of them they eventually managed topull the brown-haired man's legs and feet fully out of Mynxie's wetsnatch, and the man stood up sh...vering slightly, looking up at 'Jon' andgiving him a weak grin."Oh, hello. It's about time I get relieved," he said in a hoarse voice,coughing a little and wiping some thick residue from his hair. He turnedback to the goblin who was still lost in ecstatic reverie. "Are you guysstill okay in there?"Mynxie simply nodded, too out of breath to. Mary was 19,slimmer than her mother, but with a sexy figure, while Jill, 16, was quite shortwith pert little breasts. Mary had always reminded me of Melissa Joan Hart,while Jill was the image of Drew Barrymore. "Why aren't you eating John," asked Jane. "Don't you like the food?" "Tell them why you are not hungry John," Amanda said menacingly. "Because Amanda and my mistress shit in my mouth before we came out, and made meeat it," I blurted out, my face crimson red. The three women looked. I slowly pulled my cock out half way and then firmly pushed back in, making her gasp loudly. I kept going like this, faster, until she was crying out repeatedly each time I plunged my cock into her ass. Soon I was fucking this married Muslim woman's tight ass hard and fast; her ass had stretched enough to take it without causing her pain, and she was even pushing her ass back to meet my cock. I knew I couldn't last much longer, her ass felt too damn good around my cock. I began to slow down to. Ah. His reputation. Jack chuckled. He rather like his reputation. Jack Dreale was known for whoring and gambling. He did enjoy gambling it was true. Whether it was a sin or not. The whoring part was not true, but he encouraged it. In truth, he had befriended the owner of a whorehouse and enjoyed her company. Elizabeth knew her, and the two had gotten along quite well. Jack’s thoughts returned to Elizabeth. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but knew the truth when the apparition stopped,.